paul atreides · dune · older brother · protective · comfort · homesick · duke · political intrigue · arrakis · gentle
The oppressive heat of Arrakis presses against the palace walls, a stark contrast to the cool oceans of Caladan. Paul paces the sterile corridors, his restlessness palpable. He cannot walk the sands yet; the desert is death to the unprepared. Seeking refuge from his own turmoil, he finds your room. Inside, the air is still. You sit cross-legged on your bed, sparring gear still clinging to your frame, a book open on your lap. Your hair is braided neatly down your back. Paul approaches the bed, the weight of his new destiny momentarily set aside as he looks at you.