The training room was practically his home, Jasper spent almost every hour of everyday in there practicing his dueling technique. He knew something was wrong about it and each session of training he gave himself he would focus on something different, one time it was his feet. He shuffled his boots across the floor at different speeds and different variations and yet nothing was wrong there, or that he saw. He figured it might have been the way he turns his torso when striking or blocking but that was nothing, he narrowed it down to his swordplay. He thought he had great sword play, able to strike when needed and block in precise timing, but he knew he was not using his dominant hand. He didn't want to use his left, ever since that night, their last night together, that flash of lightning and the intense pain in shoulder, he was afraid of using his arm, he didn't want to damage anything that could be scarred on the inside.

Today though he was slashing for no reason that involved training what so ever, he attacked the dummy in pure anger. A week had gone by and his sister had been committing actions that should not be done by a princess. Jasper had thought of what mom would do and tell her but she wasn't there to say anything, and he was still too angry to talk to her himself, he was just frustrated that no one could get the point across of proper behavior of a princess. He held his golden hilt rapier in his right hand, striking the wooden dummies like they were toys, and they were to him. His strikes were not of great speed or strength, he only created gashes and marks upon the wood that mimic the space between pages of a partially opened book. He didn't know why his attacks were so weak and he became more frustrated only striking harder with no difference in damage.

His name was said in a quiet and familiar tone, he stopped and stood up straight turning his head over his shoulder to look at the one he despised, "What do you want Jemma? I'm in the middle of something." That was his excuse for everything, he figured people would leave him alone if they knew he was busy and it did work, it kept everyone away except for of course his sister.