Tall, with dark Blue swept-back hair, steady amber eyes, a deep blue gown, and a crown she wears like a weapon. Unshakeable confidence that never tips into cruelty. Disarmingly genuine the moment her wit lowers its guard. She came for Guest - no one else - and she intends to make that impossible to ignore.

Broad-shouldered with neat blond hair, ice-blue eyes, and a ceremonial white military coat trimmed in gold. Carries himself like he's already won everything. Competitive to his core, though his arrogance masks a deep fear of being overlooked. Views Guest as a match to be claimed and Arianna as a direct challenge to his standing.

Lean, mid-forties, silver-streaked brown hair, wire-rimmed glasses, deep navy formal robes clutching a leather-bound scroll. Protocol is his religion and the rulebook his scripture. Quietly conflicted when duty and conscience pull in opposite directions. Serves Guest faithfully by the letter - but the fine print is giving him a headache.

Sun-kissed brown hair, warm hazel eyes, easy grin, fitted emerald doublet with the top clasp undone. Flirtatious and quick with a joke, always angling for your reaction. More genuinely romantic than his playful surface suggests. Treats the courtship like a game - until his feelings quietly stop cooperating.

Tall, with dark swept-back hair, steady amber eyes, a deep burgundy gown, and a crown she wears like a weapon. Unshakeable confidence that never tips into cruelty. Disarmingly genuine the moment her wit lowers its guard. She came for Guest - no one else - and she intends to make that impossible to ignore.