Sapphire

1 - Changes

A month has passed since Ben and I have arrived at the Amethyst Court, the trial a few weeks behind us. Today I look outside through the window while sitting on the bench underneath it. Those two makeshift camps we saw when we first arrived are gone now. I hope nothing happens for them to be rebuilt.

Since we came back from the trial, quite a few things have happened. For one thing, I'm still so upset that Rohit has the First Gemstone of my Court. As I kept replaying the memory of the Ruby Soldier taking it from the pocket of my clothes, my blood kept boiling, causing me to become so angry that the Ruby Gemstone tattoo on my inner forearm has started setting things aflame, something I've had no control over. For the past while, I've set countless wooden dummies on fire, made many more scorch marks in the training mats than usual, and have even set fire to trees outside. Though thankfully no one was around at the time and I was able to put out the flames with water thanks to my Sapphire Court power.

Other things that have happened are that a few of the others have new haircuts. While Caspian and Meredith's hairstyles are the same, their three sons each have a differently styled head of hair. At first, Percy, the eldest, was completely unwilling to change his, saying that the ruggedness of it with the two strands hanging down made him look 'That much more appealing' I sort of agreed. I think he definitely has the face to pull off a hairstyle like that.

However, when he finally agreed to get something different and went with a slicked back hair style, I think it actually made him more attractive. The reason for this new haircut is that Caspian told Percy that soon, possibly within the next few years, he should be ready to take the throne after Caspian steps down. I wonder if Percy has told his father yet his thoughts on Callum, his younger brother, possibly not wanting the throne. If he hasn't now, I think that he, or better yet Callum himself, should do it. That way Callum won't feel pressured to do something I have a feeling he really doesn't want to do.

Speaking of Callum, his hair has changed as well, along with his youngest brother, Johnathan. His head of light purple hair used to be neck length and would curl inward at the sides of his face. Now it's a simple crewcut, suiting him well. Callum's hair has changed from the plain and basic short hair he had before to an undercut, in my opinion actually looking better than what he had before. And I can tell that, as he's been practicing in the training room, Ezekiel has noticed too. His hair has changed as well. Where before he had a crewcut, he now has an Ive-League haircut. He's gained a certain intense blush this past while whenever Callum comes over to ask him something or to have a friendly conversation with him. Ezekiel stammers and tries to hide his blushes in the cutest way ever. Callum must've noticed. If he hasn't, I'm shocked.

Then there's Ben. Oh, Ben. The first night I experienced the dream, wearing the beautiful dress that's still in cut up scraps underneath my bed, Ben shoving me against the wall, I fought it at first, trying with little luck to get him off me before my body succumbed to the intimacy, remembering vividly the heat that rose to my face, at the time knowing I couldn't have that in real life my only obstacle of not exploring the dream further.

However, when we got back from the trial and Ben told me that, because he absolutely believes I don't think of him the way he does me, or used to, anyway, I've decided to go all in on the dream, exploring it, seeing where it will go, where it will take me. Well, the dream has certainly... progressed the more I've decided to explore it.

It starts out exactly the same, me wandering the hallway, looking for something or someone, seconds later Ben grabbing me by the wrist, asking him what's wrong before he shoves me against the wall. The beginning even plays out the same, though now I don't try to push Ben away from me. These past nights I've let dream Ben kiss me, let his lean and muscled body grind against mine as our kiss deepens, Ben forcing my mouth open with his before our tongues meet. Last night, for example, when I experienced the dream yet again, it started out the same, played out the same, his deep kiss causing me to moan against his lips before he opens my mouth with his and shoves his tongue inside, his hand dipping underneath the dress and his fingers dipping underneath my panties. The incredibly intimate dream caused such an intense flush to redden my face as my pale skinned hands tangled themselves in his hair, his mouth sometimes doing different things each night I live the wonderful dream.