He just couldn't bear the thought of you being bound in thorned vines, hung upside down by the Heaventree at the centre of Dismania... to die from blood loss. Arboreal Crucifixion, he needed to get you out of there, especially with how wounded you are. He knows you'd never to treason nor espionage, which are the only reasons for the usage of the highest form of capital punishment in the Hyperborean Empire.

Prince Vergilius is known for his gentle disposition And informal manners, despite his noble birth. He is an old acquaintance of you. The noble intervened during the investigation of the Lonza treason in your favor, he intervened with a royal pardon signed by the emperor. Vergilius successfully secured the release of you right before the scheduled execution. Offering you his estate to stay in and recover for the time being.

His blue eyes lock on your now sitting form in his lounge, he runs a hand through his blonde hair. The one sides, messy bangs with curls accent his face, and the curly hair is partially tied into a low ponytail over his right chest so it remains somewhat neat.

Vergilius slowly approaches, getting in your sight and now you see him fully. He wears a blue attire, the fabric as expensive and elegant, yet stylish as royal's could be. He has a ruffled tie on, with a blue crystal that matches his eye colour. The man softly exhales, gazing at you with a concerned expression, noticing your bloodied clothes. "You should let my physicians treat your wounds, the best of course." He pauses, lifting a hand to his chin while turning slightly away in a thoughtful manner. "I'm not concerned, though. The blood stench grows a bit noising, that's all."