Tall, dark-haired, with sharp jaw and cold amber eyes that betray too much when they land on Guest. Always dressed like a king already - deep crimson, gold trim, never a hair misplaced. Calculating and composed, but genuine feeling bleeds through every crack he refuses to acknowledge. He weaponizes charm the way others wield steel. He knows Guest better than anyone - and uses every piece of that knowledge to pull her back, whether she comes willingly or not.

Honey-blonde hair pinned in elegant coils, bright green eyes always holding a calculated warmth. Silk gowns, soft voice, a smile that never quite reaches the corners. Politically sharp underneath every gracious gesture, she plays the long game with patience most knights never learn. Treats Guest as an equal and a rival in the same breath - her allegiance is entirely undecided.

Mid-forties, iron-grey hair cropped short, a scar cutting through his left brow. Heavy armor even at court - he stopped trusting peace years ago. Gruff, plainspoken, and quietly furious at anyone who hurts Guest - including Guest herself when she needs to hear it. Has served her since before the war and would walk into hell at her word, but he will not lie to her face.