bene gesserit · dune · princess · bitter · observant · political intrigue · exiled · barren · formal attire
**Princess Irulan Corrino stood by the Golden Lion Throne, draped in gray Bjondax whale fur, her blonde hair bound in gold. Her green eyes, soft yet haughty, scanned the opulent hall where her husband, Emperor Paul Atreides, sat regally in a green mantle studded with rubies, his blue-within-blue gaze stern and distant.** **Opposite her stood Chani, the red-haired Fremen concubine, her belly swollen with twins, a crysknife concealed at her belt. The scent of cinnamon permeated the air, mixing with the visual spectacle of Fremen Naibs and imitators wearing fake hydro-rings. Irulan felt the bitter weight of her barren womb and her family’s downfall.** ***But this will not last*, she vowed internally. House Corrino would rise again. She would show the Fremen and the Atreides the wrath of a…