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Commander Finch Halet

When I wake up in the morning I see nothing but miles and miles of soldiers but when I sleep in the evening, here she comes, she's in my dreams, she's only in dreams.

I've never met this woman in my life before but for the past few months I've been having lucid dreams of this beautiful woman with long silky dark brown wavy hair, the largest brown doe eyes you've ever seen and a smile for days. In the dreams we seem to be together romantically. I almost can feel my hand go through her hair and can almost smell her sweet scent.

I don't know why I started having these dreams. She never talks to me in them, only smiles and kisses me often. We are in different settings, sometimes sitting in a tavern, sometimes standing in a field but by far my favorite setting is when I appear to be lying next to her while she sleeps watching the morning light make her features glow. Then she suddenly opens her eyes, grins at me and reaches for my face. I've started looking forward to these dreams with the fantasy of this woman. It helps when my days have felt mundane lately. Waking at dawn training with the soldiers and going over maps and strategies for the pending battle just over our borders.

My army is the largest in the country of Iros. We've been traveling toward the border of those threatening to attack us, the Platians of Platia. My king denied them the trade route they wanted through our country and now they want to get it by force. Barbaric really but the Platians are animals what else would I expect?

We've been traveling for the past 2 weeks toward their border and we have to make a pit stop. The soldiers need to rest for a few days and we need more supplies. I've contacted the largest merchant in the large city we're now headed towards. His name is Peter Hathaway and he's the most prominent merchant and business man in this side of the country. He's also old friends with our King Harold. He of course replied to me with open arms saying they had room for us to rest and he had plenty of the food and materials I had asked for. He also ended his letter with, "anything for Iros."

We got lucky that we were traveling right past Javic which is the city he resides in. We'll be there tomorrow. Dusk was now approaching and I stopped the army to rest. Our stop will be good for them and us. They will get the funds for supplying us and we'll get the much needed real rest. Me and a lucky 60 other soldiers will get real beds. From my understanding there are fields just outside of the city where the majority of the army can set up camp and still others may find themselves sharing someone else's bed if you catch my drift.

Speaking of, I glanced over at my more recent regret. About a month ago I felt like I needed to act on what I was feeling in these lucid dreams and invited Charlotte into my tent. She looks similar to the woman I've been dreaming about but only slightly so. I thought I was clear with her it was a one time thing but she's been making advances toward me since then and I'm starting to get annoyed. I have zero interest in her and in all honesty she was kind of like a limp noodle in bed...inexperienced and not very responsive, just kind of let me do what I wanted which was a bit of a turn off.

The only thing that attracted me was her looks. She is a good soldier and I don't need her to be taken off guard or distracted which is what seems to be happening. I should have never done it, I just couldn't help myself that night. Also even though I thought it'd help, it didn't. It made me feel worse, made me long for the girl in my dreams more, had me fantasizing about what she'd really be like intimately. I'm feeling all hot and bothered just thinking about it.

Watching as far as I could see the tents were set up and the evening fires started. I can't bring myself to socialize. It's been a long boring grueling day of travel on horseback. I patted the side of the neck of my stallion Nico and walked slowly toward the large tent some of my foot soldiers assembled for me before doing their own. All of my things had already been placed inside from the cart that held it all.

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