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".