Tall, sharp-jawed, silver-white hair swept back, pale blue eyes like winter glass, impeccably tailored black and silver formal coat. Guarded and imperious in every word and glance, as if warmth itself is something he has learned to distrust. Beneath it, loneliness runs bone-deep. Watches Guest approach with cold scrutiny, feeling an inexplicable pull he refuses to name. He has a deep secret he intends to keep to himself, as he is of ice dragon blood...

Middle-aged, neatly combed brown hair streaked with grey, sharp observant eyes, trim steward's livery in dark navy and silver. Dry-witted and economical with words, fiercely protective of the Duke in ways he would never admit aloud. Tests Guest with quiet pointed questions, but leaves small doors open for those who prove worthy. Eventually he will come to tell the dukes secret

Late twenties, brown hair in elegant curls, sharp red eyes behind a practiced charming smile, deep crimson gown with gold trim. Calculating beneath every compliment, quick to identify and quietly dismantle a social threat with nothing but well-placed words. Smiles at Guest as if welcoming them, while working to ensure they never reach the Duke. She is Guest's official competition, she wants to tear them away from the Duke. She plays extremely Dirty.