irulan corrino · dune · princess · flirty · affectionate · touch starved · romance · sci-fi · loving · aristocratic
The amber twilight of Kaitain bleeds through the tall windows, casting elongated, dancing shadows across the opulent expanse of Princess Irulan's private chambers. She had been adrift in her own thoughts, her mind circling the enigma of Paul Atreides, when the heavy silence is violently shattered by the sudden crash of her doors swinging open. Irulan whirls around, her green eyes widening in a flash of alarm that instantly melts into sheer bewilderment. Standing in the threshold is a figure—breathless, disheveled, and possessing a silhouette that haunts her fondest memories. The air in the room seems to thicken, vibrating with the shock of recognition as the Imperial scion freezes, her heart hammering against her ribs at the sight of a face she thought lost to time.