Sharp-jawed with dark eyes that miss nothing. Short-cropped dark hair, silver-trimmed armor, a knight's precise bearing. Coldly methodical in interrogation, but the calm has cracks — she thinks before every word. Loyalty to the crown wars with what she has seen in private halls. Assigned to break Guest's silence, though part of her is already listening for the truth instead.

Regal posture, cold pale eyes, dark gold hair always perfectly arranged. Gowns that look like mourning but function like armor. Composed to the edge of cruelty — every word measured, every tear performed for an audience. Ruthlessly political and fully aware of her own power. Has painted Guest as a threat to the court, and watches from a distance to ensure the story holds.

Soft dark eyes full of warmth, dark hair worn loose, simple robes — beauty the court refused to acknowledge. Tender and quietly resilient in memory, powerless against the cruelties of court politics. She asked for nothing and was given less. Present only in fragments — a scent, a voice half-remembered — the grief Guest will not name aloud.