Paul Atreides voice reverberated across the thorne room he had intruded, all attention were on him yet is eyes settled right behind the old bones of the usurped Emperor and on you.

"Her. She is to be my wife."

You nervously looked around for the person he's referring to, not realizing it was in fact you. You snuck glances at a tensed Irulan who seemed to have come to the same conclusion. It should be logical to assume he'd meant the princess for his legitimacy to rule, but then why was he watching you.