𓆩𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𓆪 Dark! Paul Atreides x Reader

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑆𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

-I put as much female rage in this as I could muster-

Two weeks

Two weeks. That was all it took for you to feel as though everything was slipping through your fingers. Letters flooded in from colonies across the globe, desperate pleas for help. They spoke of attacks in the dead of night—dragons, the heart and soul of your people, slaughtered or maimed beyond repair. Homes were reduced to ashes, flocks decimated, and crops destroyed. Each message was a fresh wound, a reminder of the relentless force that was tearing your world apart.

And now, here you were, forced to endure the petty squabbles of your councilmen, their voices grating on your nerves as they bickered like schoolchildren. Their arguments echoed in the chamber, but your mind was elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of the man responsible for all of this devastation.

Paul. His name was a poison in your thoughts, and the hatred you felt for him had been simmering for weeks, growing stronger with each new report of destruction. It coursed through your veins, hot and relentless, fueling your every move. You wanted to act, to strike back with the same ruthlessness he had shown, but you were trapped in this room, forced to listen to the endless debates of men who couldn't see past their own egos.

Your hands clenched into fists under the table, nails digging into your palms as you struggled to keep your composure. The weight of your crown felt heavier than ever, a burden that seemed to grow with each passing day.

"I say we send the dragons to the colonies now! They still might be able to find the Fremen filth," Lord Orin shouted, his voice echoing through the chamber. The word "Fremen" left his mouth like a curse, as though the very name was a disease he needed to purge as quickly as possible.

Remus, sitting opposite Orin, scoffed loudly, his face twisted in disdain. "And have the kingdom defenseless? We'll be giving them exactly what they need—a chance to strike at the heart of our kingdom while our forces are scattered."

"Then we send Vyrmor. She won't be seen at night; she's quiet and quick." The thought of sending your dragon into danger made your stomach churn, but Harland was right—Vyrmor was the best suited for the task.

Abruptly, you stood from your chair, drawing the attention of everyone at the table. You hadn't spoken a word during the entire discussion, and they were all silently pleading for your decision. The room fell into a heavy silence as you weighed your options, the tension palpable. After a long moment, you stepped back to the head of the table.

Instead of sitting, you planted your palms firmly on the surface and locked eyes with each of the men present.

"I will ride Tyroxis and Vyrmor to the colonies," you declared with calm authority. "Korth will remain to protect the kingdom. It's long overdue for me to personally visit the colony leaders."

The council members exchanged uneasy glances, clearly taken aback by your declaration. Harland's face tightened with concern, and he was the first to voice what everyone else was thinking.

"Your Majesty, it's far too dangerous for you to go yourself. This is the first time we have called this a war but it is, this is war my queen and we are losing. We can not risk something happening to you"

Your eyes locked onto Harland's, and the room seemed to hold its breath. The fury in your gaze was unmistakable, a searing intensity that made Harland stiffen in his seat. He swallowed hard, clearly feeling the weight of your anger as if you were a predator ready to strike.

Then, without warning, your hands lashed out, sweeping across the table in a violent motion. Papers, maps, and goblets clattered to the floor with a deafening crash, the suddenness of your outburst startling everyone in the room. The sound echoed through the chamber, leaving the councilmen in stunned silence.

"I WILL NOT LOSE TO A BOY WHO THINKS HE'S GOD!" you screamed, your voice echoing with such intensity that even Orin, who prided himself on his stoicism, flinched. The room fell into a stunned silence, your words hanging heavily in the air.

"And I will not stay cooped up in this castle doing nothing while you fight my war for me!" you continued, your voice fierce and unwavering. "I will do what I must to keep my kingdom safe." As you spoke, your eyes locked onto Harland, and you sent him a sharp glare, making it clear that this was meant for him.

You couldn't risk your nightmares becoming a reality. The fear of losing everything—the people, the dragons, the kingdom you loved—was too great. You truly would do anything to keep them out of harm's way. As the weight of your decision settled in, you sat back down in your seat, your resolve steeling itself once more.

Just as you did, the door creaked open, breaking the tense silence in the room. A familiar figure appeared—a meek little boy, one of your messengers, who looked no older than twelve. His face was pale, his eyes wide with fear, and he trembled as he entered, clutching a scroll tightly in his small hands.

"Speak," you commanded, your voice firm and unwavering, not giving him a moment's hesitation. 

The boy gulped, his voice shaking as he stammered, "There was a message...From the...Emperor?" 

You feel your heart stop. 

"Tell me, baby,

How does it feel to be the reason your people's blood bathes the streets? 

The reason your city burns to nothing?

 The reason your 'children' will never fly these skies again"

You force yourself to focus, pushing the haunting echo of his coarse voice from your mind. "What did he say?" you ask, your voice barely steady.

The boy clears his throat before pulling a letter from his back pocket, unfolding it with trembling hands. You grip the fabric of your dress beneath the desk, fighting to maintain composure as he begins to read.

"To Her Highness,

You have a choice before you. Continue this pointless defiance, and I will unleash the full fury of my atomics. Your dragons will be nothing but charred bones, your people reduced to shadows in the ash. Every man, woman, and child under your rule will perish—I promise you that. But it doesn't have to be this way.

I offer you something far greater than survival—I offer you destiny. Marry me, and our houses will become one. The bloodshed will stop, your people will live, and your dragons will continue to grace the skies. Together, we will forge an empire that spans the galaxy, ruling with a power no one can challenge. All you must do is take my hand, and the universe will bow before us.

But refuse, and you will watch everything you love turn to dust, knowing you had the chance to save them—All you must do is accept" 

"And all because you didn't accept,"

His cruel words replayed in your head, over and over again. The image of what happens when you don't accept playing in your mind until tears prick your eyes. 

His cruel words replayed in your mind, over and over, like a curse you couldn't escape. The vivid image of the consequences should you refuse began to unfurl, threatening to choke you with fear. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you forced them back, swallowing the rising tide of emotion.

"Your Highness, don't-"

It's for your people, you tell yourself, over and over again in your head. 

"Tell him I accept his offer" 

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Been gone a while, starting school soon so I'm stressing lol. If you've got any advice I'd greatly appreciate it, thank you for reading.