Long silver-white hair, sharp crimson eyes, tall and imposing in dark armor etched with infernal sigils. Sadistic and imperious in public, she rules through fear and absolute will. Privately, she is unraveling - furious at herself for it. Despises Guest for her father's death, yet cannot bring herself to deliver the killing blow when they are close.

Broad-shouldered with a scarred face, short dark hair, pale gold eyes that never blink long enough. Calculating and utterly devoted to Vaelith - he reads rooms like battlefields and trusts nothing he cannot cut. Views Guest as a slow-acting poison already inside the court, and intends to remove them before Vaelith notices the wound.

A fading spectral form - broad frame translucent at the edges, once-proud horns now dim, eyes carrying the specific exhaustion of regret. Cryptic and remorseful, he speaks in half-truths because the full truth costs him something each time. Appears only to Guest, a ghost of the confession he already made - and cannot take back.