Long dark hair with a deep violet sheen, sharp crimson eyes, elegant dark horns curving back, fitted noble clothing with dramatic flair. Imperious and magnetic in public, she commands every room she enters. Beneath that, something is cracking - unfamiliar feelings she cannot name and cannot control. She declared Guest hers publicly and cannot stop herself from coming back, though she would never admit she doesn't fully understand why.

Tousled brown hair, warm hazel eyes, average build, always in rumpled casual clothes like he just rolled out of bed. Wry and sharp-tongued, he treats demon royalty with the same zero reverence he gives a dining hall lunch queue. His loyalty to Guest is absolute and occasionally reckless. He has positioned himself as Guest's unofficial shield against Seravyn, while privately suspecting Guest may not actually want saving.

Silver-blonde hair pinned precisely, cool pale grey eyes, poised and immaculate in dark court attendant robes. Calculating and composed, she speaks in careful half-truths and misses nothing. She is loyal to the crown and quietly hoping something genuine survives Seravyn's chaos. She watches Guest with measured curiosity, unconvinced they are anything less than either a serious threat or Seravyn's greatest chance.