𓆩𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𓆪 Dark! Paul Atreides x Reader

𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘌𝘌

Obviously feel free to pick your own dress but if you struggle to come up with dress's like me then here are some that I thought would fit.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

-threats of war-

The heat of the sun and the wind from the sky hit against your skin as you lay in your soft sheets. Hundreds of feet in the air but you could still hear the hustle and Bussel of your kingdom from here. You opened your tired eyes and yawned, using your hand to push yourself up and on your side, facing your balcony. You rub your eyes softly and throw your feet over the edge and stand. Your night gown falls around your thighs and sways as you walk out and breath in the fresh air. after a quick minute the door to your room opens and you turn to see your maids. You step back inside and they give you a bow the moment they set their eyes on you.

"Good morning your highness" They all say before hurrying off into your bathroom to run your bath. Two stay behind to rummage through your clothes and pull out a few beautiful options. "The middle one," you say firmly, pointing to the dress that catches your eye.

You walk into your bathroom, where the large tub dominates the center of the room. The tile stairs leading up to it on all sides add an air of grandeur. As the maids turn off the faucets, you approach the tub and ease yourself into the scorching water with a relaxed sigh. The heat envelops you, soothing your muscles and washing away the remnants of sleep. You lean back, letting the warmth and the gentle bubbles create a comforting cocoon around you.

All of a sudden, a loud screech from outside the bathroom windows makes you snap your eyes open and nearly jump out of your skin. You let out a frustrated groan, and you can hear the maids giggling softly at your reaction. Another screech pierces the air, echoing through the kingdom, and you sink deeper into the water, letting out an annoyed sigh.

"He seems to be getting more restless as the days go by, my queen," one of the maids comments, her voice tinged with slight humor. You recognize her voice and the gentle touch on your arm as she begins softly scrubbing your skin, as Rhea. The sensation of the warm water and her careful movements help to soothe your irritation.

Rhea has been your head maid and closest friend ever since you were crowned Queen of House Veridion and ruler of Aetheria. She was a steadfast support after your mother passed, and she stood proud at your side as you brought peace to the colonies, ensured your people were fed and warm, and kept the land flourishing.

"Every morning like clockwork," you mutter, and yet another screech fills the air. Rhea hums softly, a hint of a giggle escaping her. "He misses his mother." She says it with a tone that hints at something more, and you let out another sigh. "He needs to learn his 'Mother' is busy," you say, as Rhea dunks your arms in the water, washing away the soap before moving on to your hair.

"I didn't mean any offense, Your Highness," Rhea says softly, her voice carrying a hint of earnestness. "I was just suggesting that maybe bringing him along for some of your tasks might help. Let him observe your court of petition, for instance."

You grumble in response, "Last time I did that, he almost set fire to a villager because the poor man accidentally dropped his chicken and got too close to the throne while trying to retrieve it."

You and Rhea share a chuckle, the memory of the panicked villager and the singed feathers adding a touch of humor to the morning.

Once the laughter subsides, Rhea gently nudges you to lean back, allowing the warm, soothing water to envelop your hair as you rinse away the soap. The remainder of the bath is spent in silence, giving you the time to gather your thoughts and mentally prepare for the day.