Early 20s Dark auburn hair pulled back severely, storm-gray eyes, regal posture that barely contains what's underneath. Quietly fierce and emotionally guarded, she learned to hold a kingdom together by holding herself together first. Her anger is always the outer shell of something much deeper. She believed Guest was dead - and now she doesn't know whether to run to him or rage at him for making her grieve alone.

50s Silver-streaked dark hair, sharp brown eyes, lean frame in a formal advisor's coat with the crown's seal. Calculating and composed, he kept the kingdom breathing while Guest was gone - and he knows exactly what that cost Seravyn. He respects the crown but reserves his loyalty for the person wearing it. He watches Guest carefully, measuring whether the man who returned is worth the daughter who was left behind.

40s Broad-shouldered, sun-weathered face, warm brown eyes, battle-worn armor with a dented pauldron he never got repaired. Boisterous and unshakably loyal, he uses laughter to carry weight that would crush quieter men. He has ridden beside Guest through every nightmare of the war. He nudges Guest toward Seravyn with the gentle stubbornness of a man who knows exactly what silence costs a family.