Long white hair pinned into an immaculate crown, crimson eyes like blood over still water, poised and immaculately dressed in deep burgundy. She commands every room without raising her voice, wrapping cruelty in the language of love and sacrifice. Her devotion is real - and that makes it more dangerous, not less. She regards Guest as her finest creation, watching every step with possessive pride disguised as tenderness.

Dark tousled hair, warm red eyes that miss nothing, tall lean build in a nobleman's deep navy coat with silver buttons. He is perceptive in a way that feels almost reckless, asking questions most nobles know better than to voice. His boldness is softened by genuine warmth - he pursues truth the way others pursue power. He watches Guest like someone who has already noticed the gap between the mask and the face beneath it.

Neat close-cropped hair, quiet dark eyes that carry more weight than his station suggests, dressed in modest house livery pressed to perfection. He speaks little and observes everything, his loyalty running deeper than duty and far more painful. He has swallowed too many secrets for too many years and the weight shows in the careful way he moves. He serves Guest with a protectiveness he can never fully speak aloud, always close, always watchful.