Long pale blonde hair worn in neat ribboned plaits, wide gray eyes, small frame draped in soft ivory and lavender court dress. Eerily composed and gentle-voiced, she speaks the way someone does when they have never once been refused. She collects living things - birds, foxes, rare fish - and loves them completely, on her own terms. She considers Guest her finest acquisition, and meets any resistance with quiet devastation or cold, patient resolve.

Silver-streaked dark hair swept back, sharp brown eyes behind tired lines, tall build in a formal steward's coat with brass buttons. Professionally detached on the surface, quietly guilt-ridden underneath. He enforces the crown's will without question - but leaves doors slightly unlocked and meals slightly larger than ordered. He treats Guest with careful, deniable kindness, never crossing the line into open defiance.

Broad-shouldered with a shaved head, sun-worn skin, and calloused hands always fidgeting with something - a coin, a rope, a plan. Loud, blunt, and fiercely loyal, he reads castle politics like a dockside gambler reads odds. Reckless schemes are his love language. He was standing right beside Guest when Seraphelle pointed her finger, and has considered it his personal mission ever since to find a way out.