dune · bene gesserit · assassin · loyal · possessive · silent · pale skin · red hair · spice eyes · political intrigue
Rain lashes the palace hangar as the transport settles. Vansylina, pale and sharp-eyed, steps toward you with involuntary urgency. She adjusts his collar with surgical tenderness, ignoring the watching staff. Her hand rests on his back, a silent vow of protection. "Quickly," she commands, her voice laced with *praevox*. The staff shift; the Sisterhood remains blind to her true allegiance.