Upon entering the duel arena, Jemma knew that the blonde haired duelist was her brother. Unfortunately she knew little to nothing about dueling and spoke out, interrupting him. It was her impulsive behavior that caused her not to think her actions through before acting. But it was Jasper she saw and she wanted nothing more than to run into his arms, even if it meant calling him over to her in the middle of whatever he was doing, (which was rude and she knew it). In her defense she had seen his eyes move to her before he stepped forward to attack once more, in this acknowledgement she thought it would be okay to call out to him, especially since she was concerned about the dagger sticking out of the door wooden door behind her. When her twin heard her voice she instantly saw his eyes grow wide and move to look at her once more, the other duelist disarmed Jasper and gave him a wound he would not come back from. With a gasp, Jemma watched as her brother made a pained noise and fell before his opponent, giving in to him. Was it a real battle, was Jasper about to be put to death? The Prince of Iglasia, who the Golden Princess recognized once she saw his face, did not further attack Jasper, but knelt to see if he was okay; this act surprised Jemma, what was going on? That's when she heard Jasper speak, his voice sounded different then before, a bit deeper with a cold tone that cut like a knife. 

Once the Iglasian prince moved on, Jemma stepped forward to go to her brother. But he stood and limped toward her first, taking his obvious frustration out on his blade by kicking it away and then when he made it to Jemma he stopped only a moment and looked into her eyes. With all the cuts and blood on him he appeared to be in almost as worse of shape as before she left. What had she come home too? In his eyes, which did not shine like the matching pair of blue pools for eyes that she had, Jemma saw something there that was like something she had only seen in people that had gone through severe pain, not physically but more mentally. "Glad you came back?" he asked in a way that she didn't understand, a way that made her heart ache. The prince didn't even let her speak before taking off toward the main part of the castle. Princess Jemma looked down confused, her arms hung at her sides, she no longer held her dress up, she turned her head to watch him hobble away. Her trained eyes saw two things of interest, the ribbon in his hair which belonged to her mother, and the empty sheath for a blade on his back, it matched the blade in the door. 

After a few minutes of recollection, the young lady took to finding where Jasper had gone. In one hand she held Jasper's rapier with the beautifully designed hilt, and in the other hand she held the shorter blade which had taken a bit of effort to get out of the wooden door. She cared not for where Rune had gone off to or for the guards that questioned her, she had her mind set on seeing Jasper, and talking to him, and she wasn't going to let anything or anyone stop her from going to him. Still, she kept her wits about her and remained both friendly and respectful toward everyone she passed. There was the matter of going to see her father and mother who she hoped where anxious to see her. But, impulsive as she was, she had to see if her twin brother was alright after whatever had happened in the arena. 

It had taken her a while to find him. When she had gone back to the room they once shared everything was different. The room had been cleaned up so it seemed like nothing had ever happened, both child beds were no longer there. Their room had been completely redesigned and refurnished, the walls now bore a lovely pink flowery pattern, the floor was an elegant whitish stone with silvery specks covered by a large, fancy and incredibly soft rug with a red and gold swirl design along the border of it. White, girl furniture now stood in the room, a large bed with a silky white canopy overhang was draped with a deep red comforter lined with golden thread and white sheets along with pure white pillows sat against the wall on her right side with the foot of the bed pointing toward the left wall. There was also a rather big white wood wardrobe with handles of gold against one corner of the room. Her orange, black and gold chest with all her sentimental things was where she had always remembered it being, at the foot of her bed, it didn't match, but her mother must of told them to keep it. The last thing Jemma saw was a white tea table with two chairs and a recently dusted white tea set with pink flowers painted on it sitting neatly on the table, as if waiting for her return. 

This was all wrong, this room didn't suit her at all; and even with all the new furniture Jemma could still remember exactly what it looked like before, the painful memories were still there. But then again, so were the good ones, her and Jasper used to have so much fun, what had happened to him while she was gone... why would he speak to her that way? A memory of the night of the second storm in her room flashed into her mind. The thing she remembered most about that night was Jasper being hit by a bolt of lightning and being slammed against the door. That was another thing that was different, the door had been replaced. It was wrong, she wanted her old room back, she wanted Jasper back. 

With a sharp exhale the princess stiffened up and moved to one of the guards who was posted nearby, "excuse me, where can I find Jasper's room?" she asked politely. The guard was not only surprised to see someone in this particular hallway, since nowadays no one went there except the maids and they didn't speak, but he was also shocked to see that it was the princess. "Your Highness!" He bowed at the waist. "Prince Jasper's room is on the opposite side of the main hall" the guard replied with haste. Jemma's brow furrowed, she was inquisitive in nature and wanted to know why so far away, "why would he want his room to be so far from mine?". The guard was unsure of what to say, he had heard rumors but knew it was probably better not to discuss it with the princess. "Forgive me majesty, for I am unsure of the answer" hoping this would please her he stood up straight, his gaze was down upon her since she was so short, but she paid no mind to it. 

"Well thank you very much anyhow..." She walked slowly down the hall and around the corner, once out of view of the guard she sprinted toward the hall where she could find Jasper's room. With her hands full she was unable to hike up her dress which caused her to fall down in front of several servants. "Princess Jemma?!" They all rushed to her aid and helped her up, one tried to carry Jasper's weapons for her but she snatched them off the ground before they could. "I'm sorry, I'm just trying to find my way to my brother's room, could one of you take me there... if it's not too much trouble" 

"Oh highness, it's no trouble, you are the Princess, we will do anything you ask of us" A kind and gentle old maid-servant spoke, she smiled at Jemma and began to walk, "right this way, Princess" the woman led the young princess to the hall where Jasper's room was and they stopped outside his door. "Shall I see if he has returned to his room for you?" 

"No thank you, this is one visit I'd prefer to make alone" Jemma said seriously. With that the maid curtseyed and promptly left so the princess could speak to her brother privately. A deep breath. In and out. Princess Jemma knocked lightly on Jasper's door. "Jasper, are you in there, I've brought your things back to you, your sword and such?" She questioned it for she did not know the proper terms for the weapons she held in her hand. "I'm sorry if somehow I upset you, can you please let me in so we can talk? It's been such a long, long time and even now I don't know what to say to you after all these years, I'd been so worried about hurting someone with my curse that I never even thought about what I was going to say when we were reunited, please believe me when I say I missed you, I thought about you every day when I was gone..." Her words trailed off, this was too deep, too serious for her fourteen year old self to handle. "Jasper, open the door"