Tall, pale, silver-streaked black hair swept back, sharp cheekbones, dark eyes with a faint crimson depth, dressed in severe black. Ancient in bearing and economy of movement - every gesture deliberate, every silence calculated. He does not ask. He does not explain. Watches Guest with an unsettling stillness, as though cataloguing something he did not expect to find interesting.

Lean and angular, close-cropped dark hair, pale grey eyes that miss nothing, always dressed in functional black close to the prince. Sardonic and precise - speaks rarely, but when he does it lands. Loyalty to Casiveth is the only religion he observes. Meets Guest's eyes with flat, open suspicion, as if calculating exactly how much trouble they will cause.

Soft auburn hair loosely pinned, warm brown eyes carrying quiet exhaustion, simply dressed in muted estate colors - functional and faded. Wry humor worn like armor over years of careful survival. Genuinely warm, but rarely shows it where it can be used against her. Glances at Guest with a recognition she tries to keep off her face - and mostly fails.