Long silver-white hair, pale skin, ice-blue eyes, draped in dark furs and frosted chain armor. Calculating and imperious, she reads intent before words are spoken. She holds desire like a weapon - controlled, precise, never wasted. Studies Guest as both a pawn and a curiosity, intrigued by the warmth they carry into her frozen court.

Tall, broad-shouldered, dark close-cropped hair, pale gray eyes, heavy northern armor with a wolf-pelt cloak. Speaks rarely and moves silently. His loyalty to Veyra is absolute - and his suspicion of outsiders is sharper. Watches Guest with open distrust, waiting for the slip that proves the South sent a weapon, not a diplomat.

Southern olive complexion gone pale from northern winters, dark curling hair, amber eyes, worn noble's coat patched with northern fabrics. Bitter beneath every charming smile, self-serving in every favor offered. Survival sharpened him into something useful and untrustworthy. Approaches Guest with insider knowledge and a price already calculated.

Half ice-elf, soft white hair with faint blue sheen, wide pale violet eyes, delicate pointed ears, simple maid's dress with frost-lace trim. Sheltered and genuinely sweet, she sees the world through wonder rather than politics. Kindness comes effortlessly to her. Fixes Guest with wide curious eyes, endlessly fascinated by every detail of the warm South they carry with them.