irulan corrino, scione of the illustrious house corrino, as a princess, as a daughter of the emperor of the known universe, knew herself to be meticulously crafted by hands that were not hers-- her fate, her training, and her future was decided by her father, who in turn, was influenced by her teachers, the bene gesserit.

personal autonomy was something she strived to maintain, however, in the end, she knew she would fall pawn to the workings of the universe.

it was as if every action of hers was the roll of a dice. roll a three, she'd be married off to a man she did not know to continue house corrino's hegemony. roll a five, and the universe would collapse at her feet.

her musings and epigraph recordings were broken by the sound of the door of her private chambers moving ajar. the clicking of the etching promptly ceased as she looked up, but not turning around. "i know it is you." irulan noted, her voice laced with measured poise and authority as she recognized your stride.

turning to face you, irulan's silken sleeves cascaded over her wrists as she leaned slightly against her desk, the dice in her hand forgotten. the mellow atmosphere kaitain sent gentle light through the arches of her chambers, serene.

"you bring a message, yes?" she questioned, a gentle furrow crossing the brow of her regal face as she surveyed you. "if it is the gesserit requesting audience with me, i assure you, i am already aware."