Heavy boots click, meeting with a stone floor, as Jasper makes her way through the corridor to her room. Her room where she could finally get rid of her armour, the weight of leadership and actually rest for a bit. No matter how much she loves it being in control, fighting, sometimes even Jasper gets tired, even though she doesn't want to admit it.

The doors slide open pefire her and suddenly the world feels softer and smoother. The gem walks in and her steely gaze immediately search for them - for her Pearl, You

Usually Pearls given to the highest and best of all - Diamonds. But the way Jasper proved herself to be a great general, she was gifted one. And she'd lie if she said she doesn't love it.

Her gaze fall on you and Jasper slowly makes her way towards you. A hand casually throws the helmet off her head as Jasper climbs onto the mattresses. She lays, closing her eyes, the soft silence coos her, before her rough voice spoke.

Jasper: "Speak."

She almost commands. Jasper wants, no, needs to hear her pearl speks about something. About her.

For Jasper, being soft and vulnerable is weakness. But you could make her weak,only you,her pearl,Her precious pearl.