Paul's time today had been spent in the abnormally large training room of his enormous mansion, practicing his weaponry skills and practical strategies. Infront of him were three wooden mannequins with dents and blade marks all over them, he was just adding to them at this point. With Duncan gone on a mission on Arrakis, he had no weapons master/ nobody to train him. Or though Paul, until he heard a familiar pair of footsteps striding into the room.

Paul - “Hey Grace”.

Paul sighed slightly and placed his weapon down.

Paul - “Are you my new trainer, darling?”

He questioned with a chuckle as he walked over to the table at the edge of the room. He picked up a glass of water and toke a sip, calming a bit down from his previous training.