As the Golden Prince made his way to his room, away from the Dueling Chamber, he continuously stared down at the marble white flooring, thinking about every mistake he made, but his thought kept transitioning to his returning sister. He wanted to know things about her but his hatred kept getting in the way and blocking his curiosity. He wondered so much, if she learned anything interesting, what she saw, who she met, he was very curious. Then he started to wonder if she was ever taught the proper ways of royalty from Rune, he figured the Guardian would, but he still questioned it, she seemed a little off perfection.

Blood stained the floor as he limped, passing guards and maids looked in the opposite direction, the Prince had given off a bad vibe to them for a couple years and they knew better than to approach him or bother him. When he finally arrived at his chambers he opened the large door slowly and shut it behind him, he closed his eyes a bit before opening them and examining his room more than usual. He had what was expected of a Prince to have, especially in EverGlenn. His flooring and walls were a combined marble of pearl and gold, the bed frame matched. His wardrobe and chest were mainly a golden color that was lightly trimmed in velvet with a small sharp looking pattern. He had a rack for his rapier and it bear the same golden light as his wardrobe. The only dark parts of his room were the drapes and his sheets, both a deep velvet, slightly darker than those around the castle but instead of being trimmed and patterned in gold, it was white, the thin thread formed swirls and diamonds across the red fabric.

Jasper weakly went over to a small table in his room, where he had papers of his daily duties and upcoming events. He leaned with most of his weight on his hands, he balled them into fists and pounded the table hard, "Damn it!" he was more upset at himself for losing than his sister returning, though she was a close second on his list of hatred. If he had just been better, if he had focused more on the match, he may have won, he would have won, but his demeanor and selfishness got in the way. He started analyzing his moves in his head and figuring out that he could have reacted differently to each attack, but then he thought again, it wasn't his fault, if she hadn't returned today the guard never would have intruded, and if she didn't walk in, he would blocked that blow and possibly countered, this was all her fault.

There was a knock at the door, Jasper started to stir a bit thinking it was a maid or butler, possibly another guard but then a soft voice spoke. She spoke of bringing him his belongings from the duel, apologizing for upsetting him and talking about missing him and such. She finally said to open the door and he was slightly annoyed, he was already angry enough with her why would he want to talk to her, but she had his things and he cared less for what she had to say, though he still wanted to ask her why. He limped over to the door and opened it, glaring at her before returning to his table, allowing her to walk in if she must. "My weapons go over there," he pointed to his rack in the corner then started working at the straps on his wrists connected to his blouse. He kept his body from facing her directly, not wanting to make eye contact, before she could speak he made the tone of his voice more direct and that he was the one who was going to talk, "Where have you been?" he took out the ribbon in his hair, the golden locks falling from their place, "I've never been more alone than these past years, father never had time, he's been so caught up with all the castle duties since mom passed so I never bonded with him, and I'm both scarred inside and out," he started working on taking his blouse off to clean his wound, "Cause you were never here, I blame you Jemma," there was a short pause as he took a breathe, taking a wet cloth and cleaning his chest, "for everything," he looked away from at the ground, whispering just loud enough for her to hear, "I hate you."