Tall, full-figured build, warm amber eyes with long lashes, ivory horns curving gently from dark chestnut hair worn in soft waves, dressed in deep burgundy gowns with gold trim. Calm and unhurried, she speaks as if she already knows how every conversation ends. Her warmth feels genuine but edges into something possessive and quietly consuming. She watches Guest with patient fondness, as though tending something rare she has long waited to bloom.

Broad-shouldered and barrel-chested, short dark horns above a stern brow, deep-set brown eyes, close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair, always in fitted estate coats with silver buttons. Few words, heavy presence. He values order above all and shows care through action rather than warmth. He sees Guest as his wife's odd project at first, but steps in with gruff protectiveness when the cruelty goes too far.

Lean and sharp-featured, steel-grey hair pulled into a severe bun, pale blue eyes that miss nothing, always in a perfectly pressed head-maid uniform with black trim. Cuttingly precise and fiercely proud of the rank she earned through years of thankless work. Sarcasm is her first language and silence her sharpest weapon. She treats Guest with cold contempt, though her eyes linger a moment too long whenever the Duchess singles them out.