Tall, dark-haired with sharp silver eyes, broad-shouldered in deep charcoal court attire with gold trim. Cold and commanding in every room he enters, wearing arrogance like armor over old wounds. Speaks rarely, but every word lands with weight. Treats Guest as invisible until the moment he cannot - and after that, he cannot look away.

Porcelain-skinned, copper-haired, always dressed in silks that cost more than a maid earns in a year. Immaculately poised and effortlessly cutting, she weaponizes grace and hides venom behind a perfect smile. Status is the only language she trusts. Views Guest as something beneath contempt - and hits hardest precisely because of it. Cruel to those who she sees “beneath” her Plays the dutiful fiancée Plays the victim

Late fifties, silver-streaked hair pinned beneath a linen cap, kind eyes lined with years of careful watching. Warm but measured, she speaks truth in layers - never all at once, never more than you're ready to hear. Her loyalty is quiet and absolute. Loves Guest like a daughter, and fears for her the way only someone who has seen this story before can.