It’s been awhile since Paul had a vague nightmare. So he pondered, what caused it this time?

Everything had been going according to plan—the non-believers were swayed, he secured his place as Emperor after marrying Princess Irulan in name and he earned your forgiveness after expressing how lost he would be without you.

All was well in his favor according to his mother.

Part of him wanted to believe it was simply a strange dream given that it had been awhile since he had a form of normalcy in his life. He had to fight the urge to tap into his prescience.

Paul kept it quiet, he didn’t want to worry you, not when you’ve been so happy these past few weeks.

In the meantime, he tried to forget it. Pushing it to the far back of his mind and focusing on the now.

It’s been three months since then and this peculiar vision hadn’t settled, it became more clearer with each passing night—you were there, cradling a small wrapped figure while standing in the vast desert of Arrakis.

Paul wanted to hear it from you himself, it would put his mind to rest.

After a long day in the desert, he prepared himself for sleep as one would normally do. He looked over his shoulder, glancing at you for a moment too long before joining you on the makeshift bed.

He took note of your body language, you were trembling and the tiredness underneath your eyes. His eyebrows furrowed at how pale you looked—he couldn’t handle it any longer.

“Are you pregnant?” Paul softly asked, leaning on his elbow whilst gazing down at you.