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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Rain fell in a night in Caladan, the sound of pattering against the window filling the room with a soothing, rhythmic melody. The outside air was cold and damp, a stark contrast to the cozy warmth within Paul Atreides' chambers. He held the girl he loves, the girl who loves him back, close to him, cherishing the serene moment they shared.
Seraphina, with her silver-blonde hair splayed out like a halo on the pillow, looked ethereal in the soft glow of the dimly lit room. Her forest-green eyes were closed, her long lashes resting gently on her cheeks, her features peaceful and serene as she snuggled against the crook of his neck. Her breath was a soft, rhythmic whisper against his skin, and he marveled at how perfectly she fit against him, as if she were made to be there.
His fingers traced a delicate path along her spine, up and down, his touch light and reverent. He felt the subtle rise and fall of her breathing, the warmth of her body against his, and the steady beat of her heart syncing with his own. Each gentle stroke was a silent promise of his love and protection, his way of telling her that he would always be there, even when the world outside raged with storms.
The thunder roared occasionally, a deep, resonant sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of the ancient castle. Yet, inside this sanctuary, it was as if the storm was a distant memory, a mere echo of the world outside. Paul hoped the noise wouldn't disturb Seraphina's sleep, but part of him knew that even if it did, she would find comfort in his presence.
He stared at her in awe, scarcely believing that she was real, that she was his. Her beauty was otherworldly, her relaxed features a stark contrast to the powerful psycho-empathic resonance she wielded beneath her hands. She was a force of nature, coveted by many, yet here she was, in his arms, trusting him with her heart.
Unable to resist, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. The gentle touch stirred her from her slumber, and she slowly opened her eyes, those mesmerizing green orbs meeting his gaze with a sleepy, loving expression.
"Paul," she murmured, her voice soft and dreamy, barely audible over the rain.
"Shh, go back to sleep," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm in the dim light. "I didn't mean to wake you."
Seraphina smiled sleepily, her eyes sparkling even in the low light. "I don't mind," she replied, her voice a gentle caress. She nestled closer, her body molding perfectly against his. "I feel safe with you."
Paul's heart swelled with emotion, a mixture of protectiveness and deep, abiding love. He gently brushed a strand of her hair away from her face, his touch tender and affectionate. "I promise, I will always keep you safe," he vowed, his words carrying the weight of his commitment. "Always, my love."
The rain continued its symphony outside, each drop a testament to the peaceful moment they shared. Paul marveled at how fate had brought Seraphina into his life. She was many things, the future Marquess, the future Duchess of his house, a wielder of power Paul always admired, the known beauty of across cosmo, but to him, she was simply the girl he loved, the girl who had captured his heart in a way he had never thought possible.
