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Drinking the Water of Life
Paul Atreides x reader
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He didn't want this. He never wanted this to happen. So why now? And why did it have to you?
From the moment Paul Atreides claimed his Fremen name, he prayed this wouldn't have to happen. But it did. While his mind was clear and open, yours remained foggy and closed off. If it was up to him, he would've kept you there, with your limited visions of the future.
But he loved you with all his heart.
And he couldn't see you suffer any longer without him. Paul chose you to rule at his side, after all.
Returning to your place in the shared communal room, Paul offers you a small smile before returning to his meal.
"How are you? I haven't seen you all day." He whispered so only you could hear.
"I'm alright. The water extractors are holding up. You should've seen all the packs I had to carry. Stilgar was impressed that I could carry thirty pounds for three straight miles." You explain.
Finally being able to relax at Paul's side, you notice how his blue within blue eyes look at you. While he's proud of you, something else lingers behind his orbs.
"Paul, what is it?" You ask.
Setting down his bowl, he takes your hands in his with a gentle grasp. Calmly stroking his fingers over your knuckles, he leans closer, his lips inches from your ear.
"I need you to travel South with me. Just the two of us, on a private mission before the others make the journey. I need you by my side, Y/N." He explains.
Calmly nodding your head, you instantly knew what he meant: you had to drink the Water of Life. The others knew it too, spreading rumors that stung like needles into your back. How you weren't worthy of loving Paul, the Muad'dib. Even the other Fremen began to question your loyalty.
As you were an outsider like Paul and his mother, Jessica, you remained faithful to House Atreides as it was one of the final commands given to you by Duke Leto himself. But now you had to truly prove yourself, you had to show everyone why Paul chose you above any other Fremen girl in your sietch.
"Okay, Paul. I will follow your hand until the very end. I will follow Muad'dib, my Usul, with an open heart." You declare as he pulls you in for a loving embrace.
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Guiding you further into the Southern temple, Paul never lets go of your hand. The beautiful sanctuary pulls you in with its calming circular architecture and stillness. Leading you to the main chamber, Paul is welcomed by another Fremen fundamentalist showing him the utmost respect.
Discovering a pool of water, you wander over to it before noticing the presence of a small sandworm swimming in the cloudy liquid. Scrunching your brows at the rapidly moving creature, Paul places his hand on your shoulder.
"It's time, Y/N."
Joining Paul and the Fremen member, she holds a jar containing a bright blue liquid that appears even sharper than the blue within blue eyes themselves. Feeling your breath catch in the back of your throat, you begin to panic, even taking a step away from Paul.
Placing a hand over your chest, your bare fingertips try to find solace in the sand covered stillsuit, and your own heartbeat echoes against your eardrums.
"It's alright. It's alright, Y/N. I'm here." Paul advises, leaning his forehead against yours.
Holding the nape of your neck in his hands, his dark curls tickle the edge of your face.
"I... I don't know if I can do this, Paul. I can't fail you." You say as your lip begins to quiver.
"You can. I believe in you. House Atreides believes you. You can do this, Y/N, just as your Usul before you." Paul replies, stroking your cheek.
Calming your breathing, you quietly nod before Paul, coming to your decision.
Laying down in between the stone pools, the Fremen offers you the glass bottle, lowering the top of the spout into your open mouth. Drinking the cold liquid, you swallow the water, and it enters your system. Taking your hand in his, Paul rubs your knuckles whilst your body goes numb.
Convulsing on the stone, every inch of your body writhes in pain, from the temples on your head, to your very reproductive system. A terrifying scream releases from your damp lips as the visions of the future, past, and present dance along the thin skin of your eyelids. Then, as soon as they appear, the prophecies of the future disappear within seconds.
You were cold, numb, in between the land of the living and the dead.
Offering the bottle to Paul, tears begin to fall on his face, and he mixes the salty drops with the freshwater.
Pressing the water to your lips, Paul bends down and kisses you lips, allowing you to return to him once more.
Feeling his lips leave your own, your eyes open, and you are awake. Your mind was open and Paul took you into his lap, studying your new set of eyes with all the love he could give you.
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brothertedd · 3 days
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trojanteapot · 3 days
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Why the Northern Fremen don't believe in the Prophecy
The reason is just an incredibly simple, sociological reason. What do they keep pointing out about Arrakis? That the south is harsh and uninhabitable... to outworlders. We know this harsh environment increases religious fervour to bolster survival, but what does this mean for the north? Why did they lose their faith?
The settler's cities, Arrakeen and Carthag, are situated in the north. The Harkonnens don't believe the south is habitable so they only mine spice in the north. Their brutal suppression of the Fremen are only in the north.
So imagine you are one of the Northern Fremen. You know there's a prophecy about the Lisan al-Gaib, the Voice from the Outer World that would save your people. But here are these outworlders, who rampage your planet, who enslave and brutalize your people, who only see Arrakis as a resource, and its inhabitants as a means to an end, or "rats" that are in the way of their bottom line. Rats to be exterminated. Seeing all of this, of course you would start to doubt the prophecy. If this is how real outworlders are, why would the Lisan al-Gaib be any different from them?
And this is why Chani and the other Northern Fremen stop believing. They see through its manipulation of the Fremen. But they also understand that if the Fremen band together and fight back, they can win battles on their own. The Southern Fremen don't see any of this, because they're essentially protected from the violence of the colonizers by the dust storms near the equator. They might hear stories about the Harkonnens, but that wouldn't shake their faith in the Lisan al-Gaib. They are willing to simply wait for the "right" kind of outworlder, which does come along in the form of Paul and Jessica.
I think this is a really clever explanation of this divide in the thinking of the Northern and Southern Fremen, which is also related to the idea of how the environment that people grow up in shape their beliefs and their culture. Even though this is a departure from the first novel, this change is still true to the spirit of Frank Herbert's Dune.
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baxterbella24 · 18 hours
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"As long as I breathe"
"I'm no Messiah, I'm a Fedaykin of Sietch Tabr"
Paul Usul Muad'Dib Atreides, Dune: Part 2 (Denis Villeneuve, 2023)
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thedeadtravelfast · 17 days
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this is the plot right?
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kteezy997 · 2 months
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The Emperor's Wife// Paul Atreides
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Warnings: angst, unrequited love, slow burn kinda
"That princess shall have no more of me than my name. No child of mine nor touch nor softness of glance, nor instant of desire." The promise of Paul Atreides as he ascended your father's throne was held true for some time. But his words began to falter in time, against his will.
He married you, but remained loyal to his concubine, Chani. But he did acknowledge that you had a literary nature, and he entrusted you to sit in on his council meetings as Emperor. The more time you spent around each other, the more you became companions, and the more he relied on your mind to help him keep a balance of things.
You noticed as Paul started to become more relaxed around you. He'd even have a laugh with you now and then. It was clear that he valued your friendship as much as your ability to write and make sense of things.
One day Paul joked that Chani was his wife of passion and you were his intellectual wife. Your feelings had started to form into deep admiration for your husband, so his words were course against your ears. Though you knew that this was the way it had to be, it wasn't any easier to hear him say it.
But there was a look from him, a look where he scanned you, slowly, from head to toe. Your special training had kicked in. You could feel it; it was desire. He thought his momentary glance would go undetected, but that was nary the case.
All the late evenings in the council room, all the discussions you had about history and his interest in your writings, it all bubbled up to his vow being broken. You caught his gaze in a meeting later, and his green eyes could no longer lie to you. He was curious and desirous of you. But he could not do anything about it. He simply could not act on it.
But you, on the other hand, were tired of the intellectual relationship. This feeling was different for you, and you never expected to fall for him. Your body ached, your skin burned for your husband. Even if it was just once, you had to have him.
You hated to admit to yourself the jealousy you felt toward his Fremen woman. You wanted to feel what Chani felt. Just one full moment of Paul's desire. You needed his touch. To exchange passionate breaths with him. To have the weight of the handsome Emperor on top of you. To have his eyes on you, and only you.
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You ventured to Paul's sietch, into the private apartment he shared with Chani. The Fremen in the village knew you, so they did not try to stop you, or persuade you to leave. They welcomed you with respect, as you were indeed Muad’Dib’s wife.
The room was quite plain and modest for an Emperor and his woman. The bed, however, looked cozy with glow globes on either side. The scent of cinnamon and coffee hung in the air, laced with the spice melange.
You hoped he'd come soon. You hoped he would be the first one in, and not Chani. You didn't know what to say to her, if that would be the case. She had always been pleasant toward you when you were around her, but you didn’t know if her attitude would remain the same if she knew you wanted to bed her man.
You hoped that he wouldn't be harsh towards you; that he wouldn’t be angry about you invading the space he shared with his concubine. You liked to think that you had broken his walls and exposed the tender side of him. You sat on the bed, waiting.
Finally, you heard footsteps approaching, there was a tired huff from the person outside the door, and you knew the voice instantly. Paul came in, pulling off his still suit the second he entered. He didn't see you at first. You saw his shoulders and chest as he rid himself of the rubbery material. He was strong, with hard muscles and pale skin with minor scars here and there.
You could smell the dirt and sweat that he carried. It did not deter you in the slightest, but made you more eager.
He could sense you there. You knew he could.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, without even turning to face you.
You took a shaky breath, then answered, "I wanted to see you, Paul."
He finished freeing his arms from the constrictive suit, turning to look at you sitting on his bed. "And why?"
You were excited just seeing his shoulders, but now you saw his naked chest, his hard pectoral muscles and small nipples. You nearly shuddered with need. "I-uhm," I want you. "I wanted to make sure that you saw how bright and beautiful the two moons look this evening. And maybe you'd like to see my latest Muad'Dib chronicle?"
Paul nodded, "Hm." He stepped over to the window, looking up at the moons, "They are quite beautiful tonight."
You rose from the bed, joining him by the window. You could really feel his presence now, as you usually didn't get quite this close to him. His scent was stronger, too. "I brought my latest writings. If you want to read."
"Sure. You may leave them here."
He was so polite, but never overly kind. He couldn't disrespect Chani. But you so wanted things to change between you and your husband.
"Paul, I really came here to talk to you about something."
He took his eyes off the night sky outside his window and looked into your eyes. "Go on."
Your heart started thumping in your chest, you cleared your throat. "Well, I do not wish to overstep, but I think you and I have both come to enjoy our time together. I think it is safe to say that we are good friends now." You got stuck for second as you got a close look of the sweat glistening on his skin in the glowing light of the dark room.
Paul softly smiled, giving you a nod to keep going.
"But, I need you to know that no matter how amazing the moons might be on a starry night, it is no match for the way I feel when I look at you."
His expression fell, and he shook his head, "Y/n, please. I am very flattered. I appreciate you, and I care for you."
You butted in, "I can sense that you desire me, Paul. You've already broken your oath. I know that you feel distant towards your concubine, and I wonder if it has anything to do with how you feel about me."
He chuckled, walking away from you, "I thought you said you didn't wish to overstep?"
"I cannot help it. I'm sorry. But you know my training." You genuinely didn't want to disrupt anything between him and Chani.
He ran his hand over his face, pushing away the exhaustion of the day, trying to make sense of his own feelings as well. "Y/n, you aren't wrong. Chani knows that my sentiments for you have shifted."
So he admits it!
"You haven't bedded her for weeks now, have you?" you prodded, carefully.
"No," he stepped closer to you, towering over you by several inches, "not that it is any of your business."
"I don't want to make you angry, Paul. But I have seen the way you look at me, the way you brush passed me during council. You've preferred spending more and more time with me lately." You took a step forward this time, just a foot's length away from him.
Paul let his guard down, knowing that you were right about everything. His face softened, and he brought his hand up to caress your face. His hand had been roughed up by the wind and sand if the desert, but you could still see yourself melting against it as he touched you.
Paul went on to say, "You should know by now how I feel for you. But it cannot be. I made a promise. I don't ever want to be cruel to you, my y/n." he licked his dry lips, and you noticed just how blue his eyes were as a result of spice addiction. "I did not marry you for things such as love or children, you know that."
"Yes, I know." you sighed, having heard that piece of information a hundred times during your marriage. "My husband, you are a loyal man. I admired you for that, but I don't wish for anything more than the same love that you have for your concubine. You can share that tenderness with me."
He said nothing, but kept his hand on your cheek, gazing at you so fondly.
You could sense him breaking for you. "Paul," you leaned closer, placing your hand on his exposed chest, "I have seen the way your eyes narrow at me when I bow before you as my Emperor."
Then, his hand wound tightly into your hair, and his lips were being smashed against yours. He pulled you against him, he moaned into your kiss. His hands were on your body, sliding up the curves of your hips.
Your body was electrified, you ran your hands through his hair, not caring how sweaty he was. The hunger was equal on both sides.
Paul pulled away suddenly, sighing as he turned away from you.
He was still wrestling in his mind, you knew it. "I need you." you said, melancholy taking over your tone as you started to believe he was going to refuse you completely, "I need my husband. I want to made love to by Muad'Dib." You went over to him, looking at his back you noticed a scar, larger than the others on his body. You wondered if the mark was result of a fall on a sand dune or maybe the consequence of riding the great sandworm. You reached out, cautiously running your finger along the scar.
He shivered at your touch, but he didn't shy away.
You decided that maybe this plan was fruitless, that he wouldn't, and never could love you the proper way in which a man loved his wife. "Paul, if you do not love me, I will leave now. You'll never see me come back to this place. I will accept being wrong. Things will go back as they were."
"No, please, don't go." he faced you again. He relaxed more, his body language and the look in his eyes was more at ease.
"Then stop me, my dear husband."
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wine4thewin · 23 days
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Chani, anytime she hears someone refer to Paul Atreides as Lisan al Gaib or Mahdi:
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Meanwhile, Lady Jessica & her psychic unborn baby hearing the same thing:
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captainmoofy · 1 month
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the best part of dune part 2 are the little expressions feyd has throughout the film. He’s calculating the whole time - plotting his next move and giving subtle reactions to all happening around him. It’s one of the many things that makes Austin Butler’s performance astonishingly fantastic in this film!!
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rrprojects · 5 months
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Not promoting Dune as a product here but the fact that in the 60s, a guy actually got a book published (after much rejection) about a middle-eastern themed planet whose natural resources are stolen and people devastated by an oppressive capitalist faction that's funded and supported by a wealthier, more widely hegemonic capitalist faction is such a triumph to me and we're seeing so much of this metaphor play out every year we're alive to this day. We need more stories that speak truth to power whether it's fiction or nonfiction.
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syrma-sensei · 1 year
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Oscar Isaac in almost every random frame:
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Okay, I've just returned from a marathon of Dune 1 and 2. Spoilers for the first book (I've read Dune three times now and never felt the need to read Dune Messiah, but now it is on my tbr pile)
I think that it is fair to say that I loved it. I was shaking through the whole Chani/Paul romance and through the Shai-Hulud riding sequence. Seeing those scenes you know so well from the book being acted out in live-action, phenomenally, that feels orgasmic (or sacred... or just really fucking good). I think I've never seen a SF film adaptation that was thís good (but maybe I haven't seen the good shit). The Giedi Prime arena scene, Margot getting the Good Seed, Jessica's transformation to Reverend Mother, the terrifying transformation of Paul from a kid to a Messiah and a warleader..
There are a few changes to the book. Alia isn't born yet and I get that change. It would be ridiculous for this film to have a super wise baby. Leto II (the Elder) also isn't born, we don't even know if Chani is pregnant. Maybe they deemed him irrelevant because of his near-instant death. I think that the most important change to the book is the change in behaviour of Chani. She seems to rebel against Paul's religious role and his holy war. Maybe that happens in Dune Messiah, I don't know yet.
All in all, I'm mostly overwhelmed and awed by this movie, the whole of Dune, and I think that I'm going to let it sink in for a while. I haven't seen it in IMAX, so perhaps I'll go see it in IMAX in a few weeks.
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Chemistry is off the charts. Denis has produced magic once again.
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The Emperor’s Wife: Part Three//Paul Atreides
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Warnings:smut, threesome, like it gets right to it, doggy, fingering, dirty talk, reader briefly questions her sexuality, presence of cum, female receiving oral sex, mention of pregnancy
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You felt at ease now that you knew Chani wasn’t going to kill you, she didn’t even seem upset after finding you and her man in bed together.
“Fremen women have always shared their men. And I know that you love him, y/n. So I give you both my blessing to be together.”
Paul sighed softly, wrapping his arms around her slender body, nestling his cheek against her torso. “I love you, Chani.” he proclaimed, pressing a little kiss to her abdomen.
You watched as Chani ran her hand over Paul’s messy, dirty curls as he looked up at her, “I think… I would like to join you and her.” she said.
Paul quirked his brow at her, curiously, "Really?"
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You were astonished as he took her right then. Chani's layered robe was peeled off in an instant, and Paul bent her over the bed. She whimpered and moaned as he fucked her from behind.
You felt like a pervert, sitting there watching them. Paul look so hot and flushed as his face contorted while he rammed the pussy of his beloved concubine.
You were getting wet again, just by watching them. Chani cried out in pleasure, and she gripped hard onto the bedsheets in front of her. Paul was sweating, he smirked at you, then leaned over to push Chani down further with his hand between her shoulder blades. Her cries were thus muffled by the mattress.
No longer could you fight the urge to kiss him, to touch him. You got up and wrapped your arms around him, careful to not disrupt their sex, and you put your lips on his. He kissed you back, moaning onto your lips. You kissed his face, along his jaw, all while running your hands over his slick body.
His eyes pierced through you, and you shoved his disheveled hair out of his vision. Then he looked down at Chani, he stared at his cock pumping in and out of her. You felt your own pussy throb as you heard the slapping sound between him and her.
Paul's other wife was a beauty, so natural and raw. Her deep caramel skin glowed under the bedroom lighting. You put your hand on her hip as she bucked back at Paul. Chani's flesh was silky to the touch, her body was lean and strong. You could see why Paul wanted to be bound to her forever.
You were pulled into a warm, sticky embrace by your husband. Paul kissed your face and neck feverishly. His arm snaked around your body and the other slid down the front of you, dipping down between your folds. You shivered at the feeling.
"So wet for your husband, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice raspy as he spoke with his breath hitting your cheek.
You nodded, leaning against him as he rubbed your clit, "Yes." you answered, closing your eyes.
"Do you like watching me and Chani?" he probed, nibbling on the crook of your neck.
"mm-hmm." you hummed.
Paul inserted his fingers inside you. You throbbed around his digits as they rammed into you.
Chani paused, and collapsed onto the bed, panting.
"You think she wants to watch us?" he asked you, slowing up the pace of his fingering. He kissed you chastely, and before you could even think of answering, he shoved you down.
You gasped loudly as your face bounced on the softness of the bed in a quick manner, and Paul's hands were on your bottom, squeezing your flesh as his cock was shoved into you again. "Ahhh!" you cried. You lay your head to the side, and saw Chani laying next to you.
Her frizzy curls were a little wilder now, and she smiled softly at you. Her eyes were bright blue, but obviously tired. She ran her hand through your hair and kissed you on the cheek.
Paul continued to fuck you roughly, and Chani lightly massaged your back, caressing your tight muscles to soothe you. She gave you sweet, supportive kisses on your face and lips.
You had never fancied a woman before. In fact, Paul is the first person you ever had any love, desire, or lust for. Everything was happening so fast this night, and it was so new that you didn't know whether or not you were actually attracted to Chani, but you were glad that she was there with you. She had a very kind, inviting nature about her.
Your pussy throbbed and convulsed around the emperor's swollen cock. You felt his hips stir against you. But your pussy was suddenly empty, and you missed his cock as soon as he had pulled it out. You heard Paul groan, and you looked behind you to see him pumping his cock hard and fast with his hand.
Chani crawled over to him, waiting for him to burst, and he did. His sperm sprayed out in several ropes, on your ass, his hand, and Chani caught some on her tongue, swallowing it an obedient sort of way.
Paul stopped jerking his cock, looking at Chani then at you with a chuckle. He shook his head, then collapsed on to his back next to you. Chani, in turn, laid on the other side of him.
The three of you relaxed on the bed for a while. Paul put an arm around each of you. You cuddle up to his side, kissing his chest, letting your fingers slowly dance along his flat stomach.
He and Chani had started kissing, and she giggled lightly. However, you didn't feel jealous, not anymore. You didn't feel excluded. Paul kept his arm around you, and he stopped to turn and give you a kiss as well. You tucked your leg onto his as he gave little pecks to your cheek and nuzzled into your neck.
You saw Chani lean into his ear, whispering something. Paul grinned at her in response. He kissed your forehead, then rolled over on top of Chani. She was smiling and giggling. You were growing to admire the playfulness between the two of them. Paul dipped down, his face between her thighs. She locked her long legs around him, and he started to eat her out.
You looked on, watching Chani's eyes slowly begin to close, she moaned, bit her lip, and ran her fingers into her hair. He small breasts heaved, her nipples peaking as her man pleasured her with his mouth. She managed to open her eyes, and she looked over at you, "Did he lick your pussy, y/n?" she asked in a breathy tone.
You swallowed, "Y-yes, briefly."
"Oh, he's got such a natural talent for it." she gasped and you saw him shaking his head back and forth with his mouth on her pussy.
Paul brought Chani to an orgasm within a couple of minutes.
When they finished, she came down from her high as he cuddled her and she said, "I'm going to go get cleaned up. Usul, you should too. You're filthy."
He chuckled at her remark, watching her get up from the bed, and you tried to stop yourself from smirking.
Paul rolled over, getting half on top of you and he brought a hand up to cradle your head. "This night has been incredible. I'm so happy you came." he smiled down at you softly, then kissed your lips.
"Me too." you said, in between kisses. He had a way of looking at you that made your heart soar.
"I think you should know that Chani is pregnant." he whispered.
You gulped, knowing that you would never have the opportunity to have a child because of your political marriage. "That's wonderful for you both. And for House Atreides."
The Bene Gesserit were desperate to save Paul's lineage. They wouldn't be pleased with Chani as the one to bear the heir, but it was the better option to having no heir at all.
You couldn't help but be saddened at the thought of never having children. Paul told you when you were married that you could have other men, though you never desired it, but no children.
"My dear wife, you now have my love. I could be swayed to also give you a child whenever you wish. The vow I made when we were married is entirely faulty now.” he smirked.
Your heart raced, and you smiled beyond your ability to control, “You mean that? I can have your child?"
"Of course. Now, my child with Chani will be the rightful heir to House Atreides and the throne-"
"I don't care.” you said, cutting him off, “I've lived with royalty my whole life. I just want to enjoy a child, for who they are, not who they are meant to be."
Paul smiled, "You are a unique Bene Gesserit. They make plans in centuries."
"My only plans are to love and be loved by you, Paul Atreides."
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