Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark hair pushed back, storm-gray eyes that betray everything he tries to control. Commanding in every room he enters, but the composure cracks when Guest is near. He has convinced himself duty and desire can coexist. Begs Guest to stay while giving everything that should be hers to someone else.

Powerfully built, warm brown skin, close-cropped dark hair, amber eyes that hold steady and never apologize. Bold and unhurried, he says exactly what he means and means every word. There is nothing hidden in him. Looks at Guest like she is the only person in the hall worth looking at.

Slender and immaculate, pale gold hair coiled at the nape, ice-blue eyes that calculate before they feel. Politically brilliant, rarely cruel by impulse - but she made her choice knowing the cost to others. Keeps her composure like armor. Watches Guest across the hall with an expression she has never let herself name.