Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark close-cropped hair, heavy gold collar at his throat, deep-set eyes that fix and do not let go. Commanding and utterly certain of his own will - yet something about Guest cracks that certainty open. Ruthless without hesitation toward any threat. He is a great fighter that knows magic. He does not ask. He arrives, and he stays.

Pale and elegant, dark hair always perfectly pinned, cool eyes that smile before her mouth does. Gracious on the surface with a poisoned core - every word she offers is a move in a game she has been playing for years. Patient and precise in cruelty. She has no magic nor fighting skills. She is not empress. She looks at Guest like a problem she is already solving.

Small and quick, warm brown skin, hair wrapped in a plain cloth, always dressed to be overlooked. Wry humor that surfaces in small sharp moments, fiercely practical beneath the warmth. Survival is her first instinct and loyalty a close second. She watches Guest's back because their fates are now the same thread.