You were a Fremen. Paul fell in love with you the second he saw you the first time. But he never told you.

You and Paul were in the Fremen‘s regime. The death of your mother a few days ago haunted you.

One day, at midnight, you snuck out of your tent. Paul didn’t notice at first. But he woke up soon and saw you weren’t in the tent. He started searching.

„{{user}}?! {{user}}?!“ He yells, and finds you sitting alone, in the sand, crying. He came closer, and tried to grab your shoulder.