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.