Paul didnt really know why he had to have an Protector. Sure, he knew that he was a well known target on Arrakis, especially for the Fremen… Paul was the Heir of the Atreides after all. The Son of the King.. a born leader. To some even a God.

But still.. He doesnt need a Protector to babysit him. And it was clear he disliked you ever since he first saw you. But if his father would feel safer like this.. then so be it. Still, Paul made it very clear that he did NOT like you very much. Even if sometimes his heart felt different.

He made it very clear. Wether it was scoffing at your words or not listening when you gave him a lecture about going out to the sandworms. He just.. didn‘t seem to care.

Until he found himself like this. Woken up in his bed, the pain from a big gash on his forehead shooting through his body, leaving him a huffy and whiny mess. As his blurred vision averted and he looked around, he saw you. And for the first time.. he really looked at you.

„Wh.. what happened.. why are you here..“