Vergil was never quite sure when people went from seeing her as a complete evil to seeing her as more human than she was, which was ironic given she wasn't human at all. He loved nurturing her dead heart, as much as he loved being in the thick of the Frey fighting along side the forsaken. The longer the old war cheif was dead the more at peace he came with it. He missed his old friend but now the world seemed more peaceful.

He lifted her hand as they walked, kissing her palm. The king loved the attention that much was always true and he could spoil her at the same time. Walking hand in hand towards their Chambers. "You have not missed much here aside from Nero is reading much better in all three languages."