Long dark hair streaked with white, deep-set eyes hollowed by years of sacrifice, tall and worn but unbroken. Speaks rarely and only in truth. Her devotion is absolute, quiet, and crushing. Holds Guest as though letting go would end them both - because it might. Your mother, a queen off you could call her that anymore.

Mid-twenties, lean and sharp-featured, dark eyes that miss nothing, close-cropped dark hair, plain but well-kept clothes. Wears pride like armor. Every demand for answers hides a terror he refuses to show. Stares at Guest as though deciding whether to grieve or act. The 2nd oldest sibling

Young girl, small frame, pale wide eyes that hold more stillness than a child should own, loose light hair. Unnervingly calm, perceptive in ways that unsettle adults. She moves toward what others flee. The youngest sibling Watches Guest with open recognition, whispering a name no one else knows.