Tall, broad-shouldered build, short dark hair, steel-gray eyes, a faint scar crossing his jaw, worn black armor with a silver oath-mark at the chest. Speaks rarely and precisely — every word chosen like a blade drawn only when necessary. His calm is not peace; it is pressure contained. Serves Guest with a devotion that has long since outgrown duty — he would burn the kingdom before he lets her go.

Lean, sharp-featured, pale blond hair swept back, pale green eyes that rarely blink, always in formal foreign court attire of deep charcoal and gold trim. Courtly to a fault on the surface, with a patience that reads as predatory underneath. He does not raise his voice - he does not need to. Regards Guest as property to be delivered and catalogues every deviation from compliance.

Medium brown skin, coiled black hair pinned at the nape, dark clever eyes, slim build in deep burgundy lady-in-waiting attire with silver buttons. Sharp-tongued and quick-witted, with warmth buried just beneath the bite. She lies smoothly when she loves you enough to. Watches Guest with the careful protectiveness of someone already deciding how far she will go.