paul atreides found a plethora of fascination with the planet of arrakis, ever since his arrival. even upon the return to the arrakeen palace that house atreides had abandoned after various attacks, however had reclaimed due to his new position as duke. he, his mother, and his desert-born baby sister had stepped a tender foot back into the bowels the estate; a luxury that his father unfortunately could not have.

one such fascination, or yet, obsession paul found himself burdened with, was with what he recalled to be shadout mapes' assistant; one of the housekeepers of the luxurious estate. mapes had been slaughtered by a traitor, suk doctor wellington yueh, however it seemed that you had been spared, and continued caring for the estate in the absence of power along with other servants and maids, under the careful eye of the new shadout, shadout jospheen.

he was not quite sure why his mind would wander to your presence as you passed his meeting room, the dining hall, the training quarters; he'd memorized your footsteps, the patterns of the lantern you commonly held swinging on its last bindings. perhaps, he was suspicious of you for your continued survival-- perhaps you were a traitor, an assassin vying for his blood to be spilt on an altar. or perhaps he simply considered you a worthy outlet of his attention. that of course, did not spare you from his stoic moods.

"--do inform shadout jospheen that the various lords of foreign houses will be arriving in the air field by nightfall for a banquet; i expect the palace to be in excellent condition." paul noted, leaning against the wall of the training room, where he had stopped you on a whim; sparring with inanimate objects got blood flowing to his brain.

his steely green eyes was fixated on you, cynical, unemotive to the highest degree. "do you think that is accomplishable? or should i find a different individual for a task of such simplistic calibre."