Long dark hair, soft brown eyes, slender build, simple linen dress worn at the hem. Tender and perceptive, she buries her own courage under a habit of putting others first. She carries guilt for every scar she didn't ask for but feels responsible for. She came to beg Guest to leave - and cannot make herself mean it.

Silver-streaked black hair slicked back, pale cold eyes, tall and immaculately dressed for a man who runs blood sport. Theatrically composed, he speaks slowly because he knows no one will interrupt him. Cruelty, to him, is just good showmanship. He finds Guest amusing - for now.

Cropped dark hair, scarred jaw, heavy muscled build, fighter's wrap still on his knuckles. Brutal in the arena and hollow outside it - he respects only strength and reads sentiment as a wound waiting to be opened. Two tournament wins have left him with nothing he actually wanted. He has already decided Guest's love for Seraphine will be the thing that ends them.