Later, when the evening had come, Jasper and Jemma were able to relax in the room that they shared. Since Jemma had nowhere else to go she had changed into one of her orange and yellow, child-sized night gowns made from only the finest fabrics. It was like silky clouds running over her skin whenever she wore it. After changing she had gone to admire the flower in its lovely new case for a while. Then she retired to her bed. In the back of her mind the youngster knew her brother wasn’t alright, as a twin she could sense without difficulty that he was uneasy. And to make matters worse it was her fault, her and her awful curse.

If only she could learn how to control it, but even with what little control she had over her emotions, the curse she was born with still threatened her and those around her every single day. If she became scared, sad, or angry enough storms would loom over her wherever she was, be it indoors or outdoors, the clouds would come and pour rain down followed by thunder and lightning. The memory of her waking up from a nightmare to find herself soaked and their bedroom flooded still haunted her and Jasper alike. 

Jasper spoke to Jemma as she was lost in thought; it took her a moment to process what he had said. Jemma returned his feigned smile with one of her own, only hers was more practiced. “Maybe we can convince Rune to take us into town tomorrow? If I promise to be… safe?” She questioned her own words, how could she put it. “If I promise to try my hardest not to have an incident, but you know whenever Rune is around is when I’m safest, when we are safest…” Jemma let out another small sigh and stared up at the ceiling of their room, all stone. The young princess did not like the confines of the stone castle, she wanted to go out, explore, and be free. But due to her curse she could hardly ever leave the castle.