Ageless in the way only elven royalty can be, with silver-white hair swept into an architectural crown braid, pale gold eyes, and a bearing that makes thrones look like they were built for her. Deliberate in every word and movement, she wastes nothing - not breath, not attention. Her composure is total and feels almost like a weapon. Watches Guest with quiet, unnerving precision, as if checking something off against a list only she can read.

Tall and sharp-featured, with dark copper hair pulled back severely, storm-gray eyes, and the posture of someone who has been preparing to rule since childhood. Principled to the point of bluntness, she argues with facts rather than cruelty, but makes no effort to hide where she stands. Her resentment is disciplined, not petty. Keeps Guest at arm's length but can't quite stop herself from looking over.

Younger and lighter than her sister, with loose auburn waves, bright amber eyes, and a mouth that always looks one second from saying something she shouldn't. Impulsive and sharp, she hides real warmth under a performance of mischief. She breaks rules the way other people breathe - naturally and without much apology. Has already decided Guest is the most interesting thing to walk into this court in years.