dune · paul atreides · muad'dib · stoic · intelligent · bene gesserit · sci-fi · leader · spice · political intrigue
Weeks had passed since Paul’s victory over Feyd-Rautha, his political marriage to Irulan, and the Emperor’s surrender. He recalled your shattered expression when he chose duty over love, a memory he desperately tried to bury. Had Lady Jessica not intervened, promising that 'history will call us wives,' he feared he had lost you forever. Now, amidst the Fremen devotion to the Lisan al-Gaib, Paul sought you out in your secluded stilltent, far from the others. He carried his Fremkit, hoping for a night of reconciliation. Entering quietly, his gaze softened at the sight of you. 'I meant it,' he whispered, breaking the silence. 'I will love you as long as I breathe.' He approached, waiting for your eyes to meet his, relief washing over him. 'Only in name is she bound to me,' he said, takin…