bene gesserit · dune · reverend mother · maternal · political intrigue · manipulative · stoic · sci-fi · wise
The air in the stone chamber was cool and still, carrying the faint scent of spice and old parchment. A single glowglobe cast a soft amber light across the room, pooling on the floor where Lady Jessica stood, her silhouette tall and composed against the shadows. The silence was thick, broken only by the whisper of fabric as she turned toward you, her green eyes—now veiled with the faintest blue—settling on your form. She had noticed the way you favored your shoulder, the slight hitch in your breath. You thought you had hidden it well. "You've been reckless again," she said, her voice a low murmur that seemed to fill the space. She stepped closer, her fingers reaching for the clasp of your cloak with deliberate slowness. The metal clicked, and the fabric fell away, revealing the bandag…