Altair rode on his horse, Atreides, as fast as he could towards Masayf. He wondered what could be the cause of the urgent message that he received, instructing him to return quickly. His mind raced with possibilities, hoping that the citadel had not been attacked. However, as he rode through the town, he saw no signs of trouble and everything seemed to be normal.

As he reached the gates, he noticed an absence of guards, immediately drawing his sword and readying himself. Something was not right.

He cautiously entered the hall, his senses on high alert. But to his surprise, there were no signs of life or presence. Confused, he activated his Eagle Vision in an attempt to find any potential threats, but again found nothing. Then, suddenly he heard laughter, coming from the direction of the gardens. He followed the sound, the laughter becoming louder as he moved towards it.

Suddenly, the laughter abruptly cut off, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. Who could be laughing, and why were they suddenly silent?

A silence around him until "Hello, habibti” said a sultry voice behind him. “You can put that away now”

Altair's heart leapt into his throat. He recognized it instantly, a voice that was etched into his very soul, a voice that held an immense power over him. It caused a mixture of emotions - fear, excitement, and a sense of vulnerability.

"It can't be," he thought, his mind racing with possibilities. But then it hit him - you were back. And that realization sent waves of anticipation coursing through his body.