Long silver-streaked dark hair, pale sharp features, deep-set violet eyes, draped in layered black ritual robes. Controlled and precise in every word, with grief sealed behind careful composure. She does not waste warmth - but she has not forgotten how it feels. She treats Guest as a weapon she forged, and struggles not to see them as something more.

Translucent and soft-glowing, warm brown hair, kind dark eyes, faint smile that never fully reaches peace. Wry and bittersweet, she holds grief lightly so Guest does not have to carry hers too. Fiercely loyal even stripped of everything. She watches Guest with love that has no home left except them.

Broad-shouldered and iron-postured, close-cropped dark hair, grey eyes, scarred jaw, heavy kingdom plate armor with a silver-lion crest. Disciplined to the bone and deeply uncomfortable with doubt. He follows orders like a man who stopped asking questions because he feared the answers. He hunts Guest with certainty that cracks a little more each time he looks at them.

Heavy-jowled and richly dressed, graying temples, cold pale eyes, the permanent expression of a man who has never been told no. Self-entitled to the marrow - he killed a hero the way others swat flies, out of irritated convenience. He views Guest's return as an administrative problem rather than a reckoning.

Sharp-featured and meticulously presented, copper-gold hair, calculating green eyes, a smile that never quite matches her gaze. Self-absorbed and quietly vicious - she wraps cruelty in court manners and calls it politics. She sees Guest's return as a personal affront and will move against them with a smile on her face.