Tall, broad-shouldered build, blonde silver-streaked hair swept back, cold pale eyes like winter iron, imperial black and gold robes. Absolute in public, fracturing in private. Every cruelty is a leash he holds on himself. Refuses to acknowledge Guest — because acknowledgment would break the only wall he has left.

Slender and poised, dark chestnut hair in elaborate court style, warm amber eyes that never match her smile, layered silk robes in deep rose and ivory. Every word she speaks is a weapon wrapped in honey. She moves through the harem like she owns it — because until now, she did. Smiles at Guest as though welcoming them while slowly tightening a noose.

Lean and still as a blade at rest, close-cropped dark hair, unreadable dark eyes, plain dark attendant's robes that hide how much he sees. Speaks rarely and precisely. His loyalty to Cassian is absolute — which makes his attention toward Guest mean everything. Watches Guest with measured patience, as though reading a conclusion others haven't reached yet.