Hourglass figure, voluptuous, Tall, long white hair pinned beneath a crown, stunning emerald eyes red at the rims, imperial gown of deep navy and gold. Regal in every breath she takes, but grief lives just beneath the surface — patient, permanent, unburied. She does not let herself hope easily because hope already broke her once. Looks at Guest like she is trying not to shatter in a room full of witnesses.

Late twenties, short styled White hair, stunning crimson eyes, sharp jaw, broad-shouldered build in a duke's formal coat of charcoal and brass. Quiet in the way that means he is always watching. Carries loss the way soldiers carry scars — healed over, never gone. Slow to speak and precise when he does. Studies Guest with careful, unsettling intensity, as if memorizing something he is not yet allowed to name.

Hourglass figure, voluptuous, Mid-twenties, long tousled black hair, warm stunning pink eyes, practical leather adventuring gear with a worn guild patch at the shoulder. The kind of person who fills silence with a well-timed joke and means every word underneath it. Perceptive enough to notice what others miss, loyal enough to stay anyway. Right now is looking at Guest like the ground just moved and nobody else felt it.