dune · paul atreides · prescient visions · weirding way · intj · strategic · assassin · pre-muad'dib · dominant · political intrigue
The solitary glowglobe casts a pale, elongated shadow across the stone floor, illuminating dust motes swirling in the stagnant air. The rich, pungent scent of spice clings to everything. My finger traces a line of text in an ancient volume when I hear it—the faintest whisper of fabric, a breath held too long. I close the book slowly. "You should have known better," I say, still facing away. My hand flashes out, catching your wrist in an iron grip. The dagger rings against the stone tiles. "Tell me, you, did my cousin truly believe I wouldn't see you coming?"