King Mitus sat upon his throne with advisers from other kingdoms and his own, all trying to get to his ear but he can only focus on one thing at a time. One kingdom is in the middle of a war and want troops, a town nearby is low of supplies and hundreds of other problems he wishes he didn't have to deal with by himself. He wore the colors of EverGlenn, Gold, White and Velvet, his coat was nothing but covered in complicated and elegant patterns of the finest threads. He lifted his crown off of his head and ran a hand through his hair before replacing his crown back. He tried to talk some sense into his audience, "My Daughter has just returned today, so please be patient, any problems associated with war or the army talk to my Personal Guard Rune, I can't be bothered with such requests right now," a few people left his presence towards the main entrance where Rune was last seen. He turned toward his own personal adviser who was alerting him of the castles problems or duties that had yet to be dealt with, "Marcus! Set those aside for now, I need you to deal with these people in the matters of their own villages before our castle, there will be time to deal with this." Mitus was stressing out, he started to wonder about his son and how his duel went, and possibly giving him some responsibilities of his own for the kingdom, but that would take some thought, he hadn't really paid attention to his own son that much since the day his wife passed away. He closed his eyes trying to block out the ten voices talking to him, that's when he looked up and saw Jemma enter the room, a small smile formed on his face and he had to immediately make time for her. He gently grabbed the collar of a guard nearby and spoke to him, "Grab a pen and paper, note down their records accordingly," he looked back to the people "If you have status reports or records that I had requested in the past please give them to him, he'll write them down and dismiss you afterwards, any emergencies, go to my lounge and have a drink, I'll be with you before the day's end, anything else can be dealt with another time." The small crowd moved around and left the King, they all knew he would help when he can but there was a time when he needed to have a break. He stood up and looked at his Daughter across the room, she appeared as elegant and beautiful as ever, just like her mother, he approached her slowly and took her hand in his own before speaking, "Jemma, my Daughter, my Princess, I'm so glad to see you, its been far too long and we've all missed you very much. We have to catch up, tell me about your travels, what you learned and how you rid that dreadful curse of yours," he smiled and gave his daughter a gentle kiss on her forehead, so happy to see her and grateful that she had returned unharmed. --- Jasper hardly looked her in the eye the entire time she was in his room, he didn't want her to be there but he wanted answers and he really didn't get any. She excused herself and shut the door, when the Prince heard the hinges close and the door click shut he fell back into his seat hard. His mind was stirring with a mix of emotions and he could only express one, anger. As his body hit the chair hard he growled before shouting and pounding his fist hard against the table, cracking the thin marble, but that was the beginning of his rampaging tantrum: he got up and punched down on the crack of the table, breaking off a rather large piece and hurling out his window, shattering the glass, he grabbed the chair and chucked it at his wardrobe, watching it splinter the floor with golden painted wood, he took his rapier off the rack and started to attack his bed post but the thick marble seemed unbreakable until he took both hands on the hilt and shattered both steel and marble. He felt a little relieved but still angry, he had wanted answers and had received none, he will get his answers though, at any cost, but for now he needed to formalize himself. He eased away the debris of his wardrobe to put on his Royal attire, straight slick white pants with a golden trim and a light velvet pattern on the bottom, he wore a similar blouse as before but with a golden vest over it, then topped with a thick pearl colored coat with straight edged shoulders, both patterned in velvet. His father said that soon he will wear epaulettes but he was too young and needed to show more involvement in the kingdom, of course those words were said back when mom was around so he probably forgot by now. Jasper left his dorm and looked towards the nearest butler, "There seems to have been an accident in my chambers, fix it up now and bring me brand new steel, the way I like it," he demanded more than asked and the butler nodded and went on to complete as he was asked. The Prince then walked down the hall standing near the main hall, he figured he would notify his father of his loss then proceed back to the dueling chambers to make sure everything was cleaned up and prepared for practicing the next day. As he approached the throne room his body stood tall on his small heals, his back straight and his shoulders edged with his hands at his side. He touched the door and opened it to see his father and sister talking, he heard the King state, "..How you rid that dreadful curse of yours," Jasper shook his head in disgust. "What does it matter, she's still cursed to me," he said while approaching the two, "Mitus I lost the duel today, due to a small mistake that was costly in the end. Thought I'd let you know, since your my King, but like you care anyways," as he said those last words he left towards the door mumbling, "You never had," and shut the door behind him, making his way towards the dueling chamber.