They say where one goes, the other follows.
In the sprawling expanse of the cosmos, Paul Atreides and Seraphina Sylvane are bound together by an unbreakable tether. Despite the light years and planetary divides throughout the Known Universe, their...
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Paul Atreides was fidgeting as his eyes locked to the skies. He couldn't help but adjust his collar, paranoid that it must've looked crooked. It was a cloudy day, which was expected in Caladan, but he wished a little sun would come out. The boy didn't want her first arrival drenched when the rain starts to pour.
"You look fine, boy," Duncan snorted as he stood beside Paul, patting his back. At only 25, Duncan was a seasoned warrior and already the Swordmaster of House Atreides. "You fidget like a girl fussing over her clothes."
Paul rolled his eyes at the man. "I can't help it. It's going to be her first visit here to Caladan."
"And your clothes won't matter if she finds Caladan beautiful or not."
Paul grumbled under his breath, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Easy for you to say. You're not the one who's supposed to make a good impression."
Duncan chuckled, shaking his head. "If she's as lovely as you say, she'll be looking at more than just your collar. Relax. Be yourself around her. That's the best impression you can make."
Paul sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I suppose you're right."
"Of course I'm right," Duncan said with a grin. "Now, let's just hope she appreciates the endless rain and mist. It's part of Caladan's charm, after all."
Paul laughed, the tension easing from his shoulders. "Yeah, charm. That's one way to put it."
Duncan clapped him on the back again. "That's the spirit. Besides, if she doesn't like the weather, she won't be the first visitor to complain about it."
Paul shook his head, still smiling. "Thanks, Duncan. I needed that."
"Anytime, Paul. Now, let's go meet this lady of yours. We can't have her thinking we're a bunch of nervous wrecks in our own Homeplanet, can we?"
"No, we can't," Paul agreed, straightening up and taking a deep breath. "Let's go."
As the colossal ship began its descent, the air around it shimmered with the heat of its thrusters. Paul couldn't help but hold his breath, his heart pounding in anticipation. It had been a while since he last saw her, and he wondered what might have changed. Had she grown taller? Was her smile different now? He remembered the way her eyes used to light up with a spark of mischief-a detail only he seemed to notice. Would that still be there?
The massive vessel, sleek and imposing, glided down with an almost eerie grace. Its hull was adorned with intricate patterns that reflected the pale Caladan light, giving the ship an ethereal glow. The landing gear extended, and with a soft, resonant thud, the ship settled on the ground. A ramp extended smoothly from its belly, unfolding like a bridge between worlds.
The air whipped around them, and whatever fuss Paul had made over his collar was rendered useless as the wind tousled his hair and flapped his clothing. Duncan stood firm beside him, unaffected by the gale, his eyes fixed on the ship.
