Young princess Jemma entered her twin brother's room somewhat cautiously, but with an air of curiosity as well. When she saw him, saw the blood on his shirt and on the floor she couldn't help but feel guilty for causing him to be harmed. But, this wouldn't be the first time. He did not make eye contact with her; Jasper didn't even seem excited to see her at all. All the prince did was simply point toward his weapon rack, stating clearly that that was where his weapons belonged. In an attempt to impress her brother with her ability to be proper she held her dress properly with one hand as she carried his weapons tucked under her other arm to his weapon rack. Her brother beat her to it when she wanted to speak after placing his rapier and shorter blade carefully in the proper places. It was clear in his tone that he wanted her to listen and nothing more; which was fine with her, she turned to face him and watched as he prepared to clean his wound. "Where have you been?" He asked in an almost accusatory way, Jemma was sure now, the ribbon he had taken out of his hair was their mother's. Intensely she listened, wanting him to be more accepting of her, for the time he seemed like he didn't want her there.

Then she heard him say it, the words that cleared up the mystery of her mother's ribbon. Their mother was gone, passed away, she would never get to see her again. Jemma squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, ignoring her urge to cry, to question him about what happened, she stayed calm and stood up straight and tall, letting him finish what he had to say. He blamed her, that was something she didn't expect either, and something else, those scars on his chest. Like what he was doing in the arena got him hurt all the time, the wound couldn't have been her fault, but still, he said he blamed her, for everything. There was a small pause, Jemma had not shed a tear like most girls would at hearing these things from their brother or twin or loved one. Her emotions were under her control. But she couldn't help it when she heard what he had to say next. 

"I hate you." Jasper whispered. 

Jemma clenched her back teeth and stared at him in surprise. Inside, her heart broke at hearing those words. Not only was her mother gone forever, but her brother hated her, and for what? For being gone to get rid of a curse that nearly killed him? She wanted to understand, she almost felt like she could, but there was nothing tangible there. He had no reason to hate her. Jemma looked down for a moment, took a deep breath then looked up with tears in her eyes that she tried to pretend weren't there. "I'm sorry you feel this way brother, and I hope you can forgive me for all that I have done" Her words were sincere, she was in no way joking about what she said. Slowly she curtsied, a formal gesture that showed that they had no close connection. Not another word was spoken, she went to the door and saw herself out. 

When the door was safely shut behind her, Jemma allowed the tears to overflow and slide down her cheeks. It all made sense now. Now she knew the reason for Jasper treating her the way he did, now she knew why he had their mother's ribbon, now she knew the truth. Why hadn't Rune told her about Queen Eileen's death? Jemma inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to stop the tears from flowing. But knowing that her mother wasn't going to be there when she went to see her father tore her apart inside. Her father... He had to be waiting to see her, right? She hoped her father hadn't changed. Jemma moved at a turtle's pace toward the throne room, thinking on all that Jasper had had to say. For now, it was about time she got to see her father again.