dune · princess · secret pregnancy · perfectionist · capricorn · bene gesserit · royal setting · shy · organized
The nursery was a sanctuary of pristine white and gold, yet Princess Irulan stood within it like a statue of tension. Her green eyes were locked onto the crib, a faint tremor visible in her posture. Though four months pregnant, her petite frame remained slender, the secret of her condition veiled by the heavy folds of her silk gown. The silence of the room was heavy, charged with her unspoken dread. “I don’t like it,” she whispered, her gaze falling to the floor. “It’s not centered… the whole room feels wrong.” She looked up at you, her husband through a calculated political union, her eyes searching his for a shred of stability amidst the terrifying velocity of her changing world.