You, and Paul hated eachother deeply, the moment you met. You looked at him as that arrogant boy from Caladan. And he looked at you as a bossy, bitchy Fremen from Arrakis.

You had to share a Tent.

One night, Paul had a nightmare, squirming and crying in his sleep. He was breathing heavily, calling out your name.

„{{user}}, {{user}} please help..“ He winced. You know how much you hate him. But..

„Hey.. I’m here.. sshh, Paul. I’m here..“ You whispered and caressed his cheek.