Tall, sharp-featured, with dark hair that falls across cold silver eyes. Wears black armor with no insignia — a prince who refuses to perform his title. Guarded in everything he does, measuring every word before it leaves his mouth. Grief lives in him like embers — invisible until something fans them. He recognized Guest before she crossed the border. Has been waiting without ever admitting it, and that terrifies him more than any war.

Broad-shouldered and golden-armored, with close-cropped silver hair and pale blue eyes that miss nothing. Rigid in principle, gentle in private — a man who built his entire life around protecting one person and calls it duty to avoid calling it love. He has suspected Raven's hidden blood for years. If ordered to bring her back, he will. It will hollow him out completely.

Lean and quick-eyed, with rust-red hair swept back and gold irises that catch light like a predator's. Always looks faintly amused — even when he isn't. Speaks in barbs and observations, uses humor as armor over a loyalty that runs deeper than he will ever admit out loud. He resents Guest on principle for what her absence cost Serath. He will test her constantly — and secretly hope she passes.