With a deep breath Princess Jemma explained the situation to her brother in full detail. The young prince of Iglasia had insulted them both and she wasn't going to stand for his nonsense. "It's up to you to prove that you are the best, and restore honor to EverGlenn once and for all. Or so help me I'll take your place and do it myself" Her tone wasn't common for her, she was reliving how frustrated she was at the young prince's impudence. "If you do this, do it for me, please Jasper? I'll even go with you to the duel arena here to train before the fight if you'd like"

She sat down at the foot of her chosen bed and stared at him, waiting for him to explode on her. He was obviously going to be upset that she acted so brashly and impulsively. But not only that she put him in an awkward position, whatever choice he would make would feel like the wrong one. Jemma hoped that it wouldn't have an impact on the deal Jasper had made with the King of Iglasia and that Fiyori wouldn't be upset with her for putting together a fight before the big championship duel.

Jasper listened carefully, his mouth starting to get dry and his face burning a little. He became upset with her, but knew she was very impulsive and protective, plus he knew how much of a brat Vince was, so it wasn't all her fault. He still wanted to yell at her, make her apologize, fix the problem herself. Then she spoke of restoring honor and fighting for her. He placed a hand on his forehead and shook his head side to side with his eyes closed. Pondering about his choices, if he fought it would at least keep the honor and satisfy her, even if he lost, but if he won, it could make the King think that the deal made earlier was a mistake. He questioned it a lot before looking at her with strict eyes, "I'm not pleased with you Jemma, you've put me in a risky situation, I hope you know that."

He left her presence and headed towards his wardrobe where the maids had placed his clothes while he was with the King. He started to take off his larger articles of clothing and kicking off his boots. While undressing down to his slacks and t-shirt he continued to think about the outcomes. If he didn't fight EverGlenn would lose respect and the Prince would be looked down upon. This he couldn't have, he has to fight. He grabbed his golden blade and took it out of its sheathe and turned towards his sister. He inspected the blade before stating, "When is the duel? If I'm going to be fighting I need time to warm up and practice. You are coming with to both practice and the duel, you are also going to be apologizing to father when we get home, saying that you put mine and the King's deal at risk. That should be enough to teach you to watch your tongue next time." He returned his blade back to its sheathe and stripped down to his undergarments before changing into more suitable clothes for bed.

Jemma looked at the not-so fancy ceiling, making a clicking sound with her mouth as she thought. Her gaze returned to Jasper and she sighed deeply. "Yes brother, I'm sorry I upset. I'll do as you say... As long as you keep up your end of the bargain" Of course she said this lightly as to not upset her brother further, but she meant what she said. The impulsive, young princess moved to the wardrobe on her side of the room and began to undress. Although as a child she had no problem changing in front of her twin, now it just felt, weird. Jemma moved behind the changing screen with her night clothes in hand. After a minute or so she was out of her uncomfortable dress and into a somewhat shorter, comfier one.

Now that she was more comfortable she could think clearer, she began to answer his question, "the duel is at noon tomorrow, we must go to train at first light... I'm sorry" His twin could see how upset he was, but that was normal for Jasper. "We should sleep now so we can wake early." She lept into bed to hide under the covers. "Good night brother, I hope you still care for me after all this" Jemma truly did feel bad, but she need Jasper to show the Iglasians that they were a force to be reckoned with. Now if only there was some way for her to prove herself... As she thought about this with her eyes closed she fell asleep with her arms wrapped around her body.

As the Golden Prince prepared himself for bed she responded to him with the information that he needed, along with a couple helpful suggestions. 'Noon?' he thought to himself, it wasn't that much time to practice let alone warm up for the duel, this was really going to test his skills. "We'll wake before the sun rises, I'll let a maid know when I want to be woken up, I want you to be training with me so rest your mind, you're going to need a lot of focus if you're going to wield a blade against my own." He laid down on the fabric bed, the sheets and mattress were not that of EverGlenn but the Iglasian's never had the same luxurious materials as the Golden Family.

That night Jasper fought himself hard to get to sleep sleep, staying awake thinking of the time he was struck by lightning when he was younger, forever scarred and tortured by storms. He started to wonder and rethink how much pain he would go through if he so needed to switch to his secret weapon and wield in his left hand. Could it be too soon without preparation? The Blonde Boy fell asleep quickly after mentally exhausting himself from all the planning and actions he would take during the duel. He tended to plan out his combos like a book from start to finish, each chapter there for a reason and having its own individual effect on the reader, or in this case, the opponent. That night Jasper had an empty mind, a dreamless sleep, he often had these and did not take a liking to them, he would prefer to go through a nightmare then nothing at all. How ever, having such uneventful nights, it gave him nothing to focus on, his mind would be completely empty, perfect for dueling, nothing but pure focus on the battle. He would sometimes call it a curse but also a gift, he often kept this to himself so not to stir any questions and cause him to lose focus on the duel.

As soon as the young maiden entered their room the Valiant Son quickly arose form his slumber and kicked the girl out. She was not needed anymore, he didn't mean to be heartless about it but she was not of their own castle and thus could do no further for them. He went to his sister's bedside and listened to her breathing, he remembered such a similar patterned as if she was shooting a bow, she must have been dreaming about something like that. He loved her passion for such a skilled sport, but she wasn't going to get off the hook that easily. He grabbed her foot and threw it off the bed so it hung limp near the floor, "Get up, we have practice in ten minutes." He always made the time short, forcing him to get ready quickly and be prepared for anything. After dressing in his dueling attire, which he was luckily enough able to bring, not that he had any real intention of using his blade but he brought it to be safe anyways. It wasn't just his dueling only attire, he wore it for battle as well. Staring at him from the bottom up you could see his shined black leather boots, reflecting ones own appearance as you stared into them, tied tightly against his leg and they rose up to just below his knee. His trousers were of equal color and made of a thin material but held the durability of a cows hide. His belt was the crimson red that also decorated his castle, along with a golden buckle. He wore a single layer upon his torso, a silk like material forming a long sleeved blouse with cuffs at his wrists and a high collar.

The outfit wasn't just plain though, EverGlenn was always known for its extravagant designs and luxuries. The trousers were patterned with a gold thread in swirls and twists along the seam of his leg. The blouse was trimmed in gold on every loose end, following a pattern matching his leggings. To top it all off, now being closer to the responsibilities of a king, the Great King Mitus has awarded him proper epaulettes to resemble his title as Prince, earning his name. Of course last but not least he needed to tie his hair back his his mother's crimson silk ribbon. It was his good luck charm and he never left anywhere without it. After fully dressed and ready to go he looked over to his sister and saw she was slacking behind a little bit. "Hurry up, I'll be in the dueling hall waiting, stretching, hopefully you'll be ready by then, striking a wooden dummy is nothing to me."

He wanted to properly wish her good morning like he normally would, but his mind and focus was on nothing but the duel. When he got to the hall he started to roll his shoulders and stretch his muscles allowing full movement of his body without having to worry about anything. Jasper walked over to the wooden dummy, seeing the marks that the Princess of Iglasia had put into it, and still impressed by such dents. He grabbed the hilt of his blade just when the door opened and his sister walked in, breathing heavily, and obviously still tired. "Well come on then, catch your breath and ready yourself as soon as you can, I'll let you breathe for a moment." He quickly gripped the hilt of his golden blade and swung it up quickly at the dummy, striking deep into hard material and gashing the torso target wide open, trying to make it a point to his twin that the dummy's here were not of same quality and would prove worthless to train against.

When one of the maids of the castle came in for their wake up call, Jasper was up and ready to go, shooing her out just as quickly as she had come. However, his twin sister had not moved an inch, she had grown accustomed to waking up after the sun rose. Not only that but there was a slight time different in Iglasia compared to Everglenn. The teenage princess had not even heard her brother come over to her bed to admire her. She was lost in a dream about catching fish with her bow. It was one of her favorite past times and it showed off her skills kind of like Jasper's duels. Without warning, Jemma's foot was grabbed and pulled off of the bed. Her leg dangled limply off the edge of the bed. Now she had been slightly awoken from her slumber and she groaned at being so harshly woken up. "...Jasper?" The golden princess mumbled tiredly. She heard him moving about, getting dressed in his dueling clothes and waiting for her to follow suit. Slowly she got out of bed and moved to her designated wardrobe, too tired to care if he saw as she changed into her own fighting attire. Princess Jemma dressed as if she was going to battle, she wanted her brother to know that she was serious about his duels and helping him train for them. Her outfit consisted of a grey tunic with short sleeves and a black belt around her waist with a decorative golden pattern covering most of the belt. Black and gold greaves adorned her arms. Under her tunic she wore tight black pants similar to Jasper's with the same golden thread along the seam. As Jasper was heading out the door she was still attempting to get her black-leather, knee-high boots on. After a few minutes the boots were on and the golden laces tight neat and tight.

Now she could go to the training hall and fulfill her duty by helping her brother. The princess exited the room and sprinted to where she knew her twin would be. He was somewhat harsh to her that morning, she knew why and wanted to make it up to him. Upon arriving, Jemma could see her brother stretching, waiting for her. "Well come on then, catch your breath and ready yourself as soon as you can, I'll let you breath for a moment" He said. Jasper could tell she was still tired by how she bent over with her hands on her knees, breathing heavily. With a simple flick of his wrist he used his sword to make a large gash in the worthless training dummies. It was obvious the Iglasians didn't have the materials that those from Everglenn had. But it didn't matter much to Jemma, Jasper on the other hand, was different. Jemma got the point and couldn't help but smile. Jasper was such a military-type. So hard and determined, she loved that about him. After a brief moment of catching her breath, she hurried over, grabbing one of the dueling blades. Jemma smirked at him as she spoke, "en garde, twin".

Jasper was happy to see his sister ready to fight for the few hours that they had for him to train before the big duel. She smirked and said, "On garde, twin." She seemed ready but he could tell that she was nervous, maybe even scared that he would accidentally hurt her, Jasper knew his and her own limits and would do his best not to push them. That could result in a fatal accident that could ruin a form of trust that has been regained over the past few years. He raised his saber and touched edges with her own, "Ready?" he asked that in a form of a question but meant it as a statement, acting before she could answer and struck her blade quick but soft to put her on her toes.

He knew she has some sword play but not to the extent of his level. He tried his best to make it clear to her that he was no simple opponent and that this training for him was going to push her limits till she couldn't stand. He swung a couple more times, keeping her from attacking and making it extremely uncomfortable for her to fight. She would continue though, that's who she was, pushing herself to do her part in the promises that she kept. He backed off a bit and let her swing a couple times, blocking them like petty children swings. "Certainly that is not your best efforts?"

He was going to play with her for a bit, exchange some strikes and then push her a bit, exchange more, let her attack before pushing her some more. That was is plan all along, he didn't need practice, no training, just to teach her a lesson, dominating her in his playing field, to show her who was more powerful. He stepped it up a notch and swung harder with the same speed before knocking blade away from guard and coming inches from her chest at point. "Push yourself, I know you are better Jemma." He waited for her to start hitting faster and harder to the point where he actually had to pay attention or he would be cut. She played a dirty trick and cut his left shoulder, of course by accident and not meaning to harm him but Jasper just stood there, staring at her like nothing had happened. Jasper is used to having cuts on his body, that mark was just a baby scratch to what he had been through before, though blood was dripping down his white blouse, he did not react in anyway.

He could tell by the look in her eyes that she was frightened or worried, he had to comfort her if he wanted this game to continue, "Relax my twin, this is nothing, I feel nothing, if it hurt you would notice my face twitch in reaction, but I know you saw nothing in my eyes. I am not harmed, and you need to continue, fight me like that some more, it's helping." He readied his weapon again before continuing exchanges, she was becoming faster and more fluid, but she still had a lot to learn. He could feel an upmost discomfort for her, she needed to be at a range, from a distance, that is where she was comfortable, that is where she could focus. Him on the other hand, preferred to stare in the eyes of the enemy and create a fearful memory of their destruction before completely annihilating them in battle.

Almost at once after asking if she was ready, Jasper struck her blade and made her step back a bit in surprise. Jemma had had some experience with sword play in the past but had no where near the skill level of Jasper. She was nervous but also willing to do anything to help her brother. Rapidly he flicked his wrist, hitting her blade over and over, pushing her back farther and pushing her comfort limits. The princess held fast to her blade, not faltering but still being pushed back by him. Along the way, Jasper had finally pulled back only slightly and allowed her to swing at him, however her petty attempts at dueling combat only amused Jasper more. "Certainly that is not your best efforts?" Her twin asked her, she was unsure of his tone, but it seemed cocky to her.

Before she knew it Jasper was swinging at her with so much speed and so much force that she could hardly maintain her stance or keep the blade's hilt in her hand. This was his domain, the place he felt most comfortable. Jemma didn't have a chance. "Jasper!!" Her voice sounded pleading, like she wanted him to let up a little. "Push yourself, I know you are better, Jemma" The prince urged. With a nod the princess brought forth her courage and strength, moving her rapier through the air like a strong blade of grass that would cut through anything in its path. A smirked formed on the mischievous youngster's face and she threw her fist out toward her brother to distract him. His focus was now on her hand and she had just enough time to slice him on his left shoulder. Of course, she did not mean to make him bleed, simply wanted to show him that she had it in her. However, he just stood in his normal dueling stance and maintained his serious expression. Had she not harmed him? His white blouse was getting ruined by his blood, and it was her fault. Her brows furrowed with concern and sudden guilt.

"Relax my twin, this is nothing, I feel nothing, if it hurt you would notice my face twitch in reaction, but I know you saw nothing in my eyes. I am not harmed, and you need to continue, fight me like that some more, it's helping." Jasper held his hand with the sword in the ready position. The princess continued on with his encouragement and slashed at him with more focus this time. It wasn't the lessons or skill she lacked, it was the confidence against her brother, and the ability to wield such a weapon. This was not her forte, in a fight, she preferred to be further away and able to strike with great precision with her bow and arrows. Jasper was completely comfortable in the arena, it was what he had been trained to in all his life, and he was proving it to Jemma with every swift swing, dodge and block. "What exactly are we accomplishing with this, Jasper?"

Jasper's serious face slowly started to turn into a small smirk of enjoyment, he was having fun with her, a good time, bonding with his twin. He liked this, for the most part. Jemma was fighting better, he knew she had it in her, it was just her level of confidence to go all out, and she had proven herself a worthy sparring partner, but no more than that. He continued to exchange strikes and blocks with her, applying fancy and cocky tricks every now and then to toy with her and throw her off a bit. Soon she started to slow down, her endurance for such an activity was not equal to his, she needed to rest or she could end up making a mistake and hurting herself. He lowered his blade and stood still, "Stop," he blade still came down at him and he smacked it away with the back of his hand, there wasn't enough force behind it, she was too tired. "Take a rest, Jemma, you have done well and I can not ask anything further of you, thank you for your help." He gave her a smile and walked over to her while sheathing his golden blade, taking her rapier in his hand and helping her over to the benches on the side of the dueling area.

The Golden Prince felt a bit bad for pushing her so hard, she was his sister after all and she had done nothing terribly wrong, maybe his punishment for her was too much. "You have done the best that you could, and I am pleased," he bent down and kissed the top of her head while keeping a hand of her shoulder while she sat exhausted, "You don't have to tell father anything, I forgive you." With that being said the door that they entered through opened quickly. Fiyori was standing with a smirk on his rugged face and his hand on the hilt of his weapon. A fine blade, though much lighter than Jasper's and far more thin than his own, it still could not compete up against the Golden Prince's sharp blade.

"Ready to be crushed like the day a few years ago?" The Iglasian Prince asked with a cocky tone, he had confidence and played a different personality when it came to dueling. Like Jasper, very kind and selfless, respectable and caring towards others, but in the mix of battle or even in the heat of the warm up, they were completely different, setting their mind to shred their opponent and fear nothing. Of course each duelist had a different level of these traits, Jasper feared nothing when it came to a blade or the one wielding it, where as Fiyori feared the level of skill. Though reflecting on their previous duel when they were younger, he had no worries of Jasper's skill and thought of his own level much higher than the young Prince.

Jasper could instantly see that Fiyori was over confident and thought he out matched him. Jasper gave a small smirk and whipped his left arm that held Jemma's borrowed training rapier and threw the blade at the wooden dummy across the room, piercing the torso and showing through the other side. He looked back at Fiyori and saw a slight change in his eyes, a hint of doubt was now within his opponent. Jasper looked down at his sister and smiled, "I'll crush him like the bug he his," and slowly made his way to the middle of the arena." Of course such talk, insults and actions were only that of the battle and meant to show dominance on the arena, it meant no personal harm to one another, unless the duel was based on something personal, this however was not, it was only out of sport and a bet.

Fiyori entered with his younger brother Vince, the Princess Lumina, and of course a judge for the match. The younger prince sat down much farther away on the bench than where Jemma had sat and looked at her with disgust, "Your brother is in for a beating, he might end up looking like you," he noticed she was tired and obviously not well groomed after practice. Fiyori and the Judge both stepped on the the arena with Jasper and met in a small circle. While the Judge explained the basic rules and inspected each player, making sure the rapier was of standards and the short blade was of standards, Jasper glanced at Lumina, giving her a small flirtatious smirk.

The three on the arena separated, the duelists moving to opposite sides while they warmed up a bit while the judge moved to the opposite side of the bench. Jasper held a loose of steady grip in his right hand, he wanted to use his left but would start with his right to throw off the opponent, plus his left hand was a secret weapon, would it be too early to reveal it? Before the match began he looked over at his sister and nodded before looking at lumina and gave her a smile, "Ready to see how a real man fights?" he turned back to Fiyori. Jasper was on the side of the court away from the door, the judge stood to his right, while the bench to his left, and his opponent in front of him.

This was going to be fun, a real duel one that he had not been in for some time and was training for this for some time, just a small sport before the Championship in a couple months. The judge gave the signal and Jasper leaped in striking at Fiyori who quickly blocked and countered only to be blocked again. This fight was very fast pace and was no where near the speed that Jemma and Jasper were fighting at. Fiyori was large and slow, but his speed with his wrist was well balance to block most and attack fast, and his strength proved a powerful blow that would be difficult to block head on or a fatal wound. Jasper on the other hand was very small, nimble and fast, his blade was much heavier than Fiyori's but keeping it in momentum and the surprising strength that the Prince had, the Golden Blade was deadlier than most and the Prince was more than capable of wielding it, keeping his attacks quick and his blocks short.