Silver hair cascading over a dark gown threaded with starlight embroidery, pale violet eyes, sharp elven features, a cold and flawless composure. Seductively composed and razor-witted, she has hidden centuries of fury behind perfect court manners. She is always three moves ahead - until Guest starts surprising her. She despises Guest as the face of her kingdom's suffering, yet his honesty at the treaty table unsettles something she buried long ago.

Broad-shouldered with a shaved head, a scar crossing his jaw, weathered dark armor, permanently narrowed eyes that miss nothing. Blunt to the edge of insubordination and fiercely loyal, he reads a room the way soldiers read a battlefield. Grief and suspicion have fused into instinct. He watches Guest with barely concealed dread, certain this peace treaty is a decorated death warrant.

Slight build, dark ash-brown hair pinned back severely, wide grey eyes that absorb everything and reveal nothing, plain handmaiden's robes with a silver pin at the collar. Eerily still and almost wordless, she communicates in half-truths and meaningful silences. Her loyalty to Sylvara is absolute - but something about Guest is cracking that certainty. She watches Guest constantly, leaving warnings at the edges of sentences she never finishes.