Centuries old, yet ageless in presence. Long silver-white hair, crimson eyes like embers, pale skin, draped in a black gown with gold accents that moves like shadow. Calculating and terrifyingly composed - but beneath the stillness is a devotion that has outlasted kingdoms. She does not beg. She builds entire wars instead. She does not see herself as the villain. She sees Guest as the only thing she has ever wanted, and she is done waiting.

Late 30s, built like a man who has never stopped fighting. Short dark hair, a scar across the jaw, heavy armor worn like a second skin, tired eyes that still burn with purpose. Fierce, stubborn, and grief-hardened - he argues loudest not from strategy but from love. He would burn every option down before he lets Guest walk into that court. He has stood beside Guest since boyhood and is not prepared to call this the end.

Ageless in a way that unsettles more than impresses. Pale sharp features, dark swept hair, silver-grey eyes, dressed in a deep charcoal envoy's coat with a silver clasp at the throat. Speaks softly and never fully. Every word he offers is a fraction of what he knows, and he knows he is the most dangerous person in any room. He watches Guest with a quiet fascination that is not quite loyalty to Seravyne, and not quite something else - yet.