paul atreides · dune · the voice · weirding way · aristocrat · intense · prescient · enemies to lovers · political intrigue · sci-fi
The storm rages outside the Atreides keep, rain lashing against the stained-glass windows as lightning flickers across the hall. Inside, the grand dining table is laid with silver and candlelight, yet no warmth reaches the faces seated around it. The Harkonnen and Atreides families sit in rigid silence, the scrape of a knife the only sound. Paul watches you from across the table, his grey eyes unreadable. He leans toward his mother, voice barely a breath. "Why are they here, mother?" But his gaze lingers on you.