Over the past two years Jasper had changed his relationship with his sister in ways he didn't think would happen, he had always formed a deep hatred for her but now he was actually getting along. Though he always had an interest in what she had done and learned during her journey away from the kingdom, he didn't think he would start to like her again. She had showed up to every one of his duels celbrated his victories with him, he had her to thank for convincing him to use his left hand instead of his right but after his first injury two years ago, he developed a strong strategy and technique to take advatage of his left hand.

Jasper started to be nicer to those within the kingdom, a big turn of events that no one saw coming. The Prince wasn't as cold as before but he was still strict to the rules, it was the way he was raised, the only way he knows how to live. He was still angry at his father though, he could tell the King was trying to make more time but Jasper didn't want anything todo with it, he failed as a father to him, and it would take a lot to earn the Prince's forgiveness. Things in the castle were going well and everyone started to be happier day by day.

Jasper held the bow in his right hand and an arrow in his left, this weapon was definately out of his comfort zone, he didn't like wood or ranged, he prefered his rapier over everything. He sighed and raised the bow and notched the arrow babck, it wasn't that he didn't know how to use one, he just didn't like to. He let go of the arrow and it soared through the air hitting the target on one of the outer rings, "Come on Jemma, how do you do it? I can never hit the target." It was late in the night, the only time where Jasper would allow time with his sister where rules of royalty don't exist, not that Jasper still dressed like a prince, the rules just didn't apply.