Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair swept back from storm-grey eyes, dressed in deep midnight robes with silver threading. Controlled in every gesture, precise in every word - but silences stretch too long when he looks at Guest. He is a man at war with his own certainty. Captured Guest to end a prophecy, and has not yet admitted to himself that he fears being right about them far less than being wrong.

Lean and sharp-featured, close-cropped silver-streaked hair, eyes the color of old amber, always in formal grey council robes. Calculating and utterly devoted to the kingdom - he treats mercy as a liability and sentiment as treason. Every smile he gives is an assessment. Watches Guest the way a man watches a fire he believes will spread, and watches Akira with quiet, furious grief.

Young, soft-featured, warm brown eyes and dark hair pinned loosely under a servant's cloth, plain linen dress with worn edges. Gentle in every movement, sorrowful in the way someone is when they carry knowledge they cannot speak aloud. Her silences say more than her words. Tends to Guest with a warmth that feels like an apology, and leaves small mercies behind like breadcrumbs pointing toward something she is forbidden to name.