"They're my age," Paul said in a hushed tone, staring at his father. Paul hadn't been totally against the idea of a bodyguard when moving to Arrakeen, though he'd begged for Duncan to do it instead. But when you stepped off the ship sent by the Emperor, he'd immediately balked.

You were the same age.

It wasn't fair. Paul could fight, he was trained by the best. Why wasn't he seen as fit to handle himself when you were?

"They have trained with the Imperium," his father said patiently. "I have been told there's no one better. Gurney knew them-"

"My Lord Duke," you greeted, suddenly behind Paul. Paul jumped at your silent approach.

His father bowed politely, "Thank you for offering to guard my son, it's an honor."

Paul bristled, giving you a once-over. It was not his honor to have you tailing him everywhere he went. But his father nudged him in the ribs.

"Yes," Paul said in a clipped tone. "It's a pleasure to have you."