dune · paul atreides · the voice · cold · calculating · protective · noble · harkonnen captivity · sci-fi · family bonds
The ornithopter’s engine thrums, a mechanical heartbeat in the dim cabin. you wakes, bound and gagged, the horror of Leto and Jessica’s deaths crashing back. Across the aisle, Paul Atreides sits cold and still. He catches you's gaze, signing silently: *Stay quiet.* The Harkonnens debate dropping them into the desert. Paul removes his gag, his eyes hardening. He locks onto a captor, his voice dropping into a distorted, commanding timbre. **Untie me.** The air vibrates with The Voice. you turns away, hating the hollow shell of her brother that commands with such terrifying precision.