𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒, dune [1] ( BEING RE-WRITTEN.. )

[ 11 ] Prepare for Violence

"SAMAE WAHID meaning: 1. hearing one. meaning: 2. a prophet of the Lisan Al-Gaib."
- FROM "DICTIONARY OF MUAD'DIB"
BY THE PRINCESS IRULAN

AFTER BEING checked out by a doctor under Yueh, Mileena and the Royals prepared for the banquet ahead of them. Mileena was nervous, the news of losing a harvester traveled fast. On the other hand warmth felt her body, she knew the house Atreides could throw the grandest of events. To have a banquet was something that could wash her homesickness away.

"Chasity!" Mileena called from the bathroom. She'd allowed Chasity to borrow one of her dresses. "M'lady, this is extremely inappropriate!" Her high pitched voiced seems to get higher as she yelled through the thick walls of the Palace.

"You are my friend, Chasity. Not just any common servant. If anyone had anything to say, they have to come to me." Mileena reassured. Chasity cracked the door, "Really?" She questioned. Sometimes Mileena forgot Chasity was just a twelve year old girl, same age Mileena was when she arrived on Caladan.

"Just come out the bathroom." Mileena waved her over. The two walked towards eachother, gasped in sync. Chasity looked stunning, her honey brown hair in a fish braid. She wore a traditional morroco green dress, gifted to Mileena by the fremen.

Mileena also looked jaw dropped. She wore a flowy two piece dress. The top much like the peplos worn by the ancient. "Green is your color." Mileena complimented, rummaging through her drawer for jewelry.

"I'd say it's yours."

"It's my house colors, of course it is." Mileena forcefully turned Chasity around in the mirror. She held a thick gold necklace up. "Hold your braid." She snapped the necklace onto Chasity's neck. "If you're going to play the part as my lady-in-waiting, you have to looked the part." Mileena whispered intimidatingly into the youngling's ear.

As Mileena walked off Chasity spoke up, "I heard you were apart of the Imperium's royal bloodline. I thought you'd be cruel like the Emperor yet you're nothing like him."

Mileena placed her shawl over her shoulder heading for the door. "We're distant cousins, the Gentrys lost interest in breeding the Corrinos generations ago." Mileena brushed the big statement Chasity made off. She didn't want to be reminded of Shaddam IV on one of which would probably be the best night in a while.

"Escort me, will you?" Mileena held her arm out, Chasity intertwined hers with it. As they walked Chasity's nail's dug deep into Mileena's arms. Just to see more guest enter the palace, cooks runs around, and maids sweep the halls made the child overwhelmed.

"Careful, you'll draw blood." Mileena looked down at her arm as Chasity released it, leaving a print of four red lines on it. Chasity pulled her head wrap on her head and crossed her arms when the two had been met with the Dining Hall doors.

Mileena brushed off her dress, the rough fabric scraping her hands. The guards opened the doors, "Her royal highness, Mileena Gentry!" A voice as strong as light spoke. Heads whipped her way, some with lust some with surprise. Applause and bows were given all throughout the room.

"Princess!" Many were struck with fear not expecting the House Gentry to be the special guest of House Atreides. "Samae Wahid!" Others shouted. Mileena made curious eyes looking down at Chasity as a translator, Chasity herself looked fearful of the nickname.

Mileena caught sight of the group where the Gentry family clique up but she was stopped. "Esmar Tuek." The man introduced. Mileena was well aware of who he was, a smuggler. Mileena however wasn't aware of his invitation or why he was invited.