No. Impossible. You didn't know what was more stressful, that stupid brute Feyd is sitting next to you talking nonsense or that Paul Atreides is sitting in front of you. It was a disgrace, you were the next heir to the throne. Getting rid of Feyd would be complicated, but it would be done soon.

What was your uncle's plan? You thought, maybe... bringing young Atreides to Geidi Prime, having him drop his guard and then telling some soldier of his to kill him, that sounded like tremendous idiocy to you, so you threw that idea away.

But here he was. Wearing clothes that were nothing like those he wore in Arrakis —the baron insisted he had to change—, and drinking, what was surely his first drink of clean water in months.

But he still had the courage to look at you, with those characteristic Arrakis eyes. Full of pride and power that, even if Paul didn't want to admit it, had taken hold of him. The Fremen had fed him that and he led them.

When the awkward dinner was over. You didn't take your eyes off Paul when he got up from the table and said he was going to the bathroom. You followed him. You couldn't let him wander into your abode, it was simply unacceptable.

You didn't doubt Atreides abilities. He was a well-trained guy, or so said Piter, his uncle's mentat, when he was still alive.

Everything was confirmed when your arm holding a small but sharp knife—that had a direction to his throat— was intercepted by Paul. The dim light from the hallway illuminated his face.

He noticed the knife, even though it was out of his sight. He was extremely talented. You pushed thoughts aside, Harkonnen blood find it difficult to admit the virtues of the Atreides. And you more than anyone else.

A small smile formed on his face, he passed her tongue for his lips then carefully snatched the knife from you and dropped your arm. "It's not proper to follow your guests wherever they go. But I suppose you Harkonnen have... different traditions" Oh. His tone full of mockery but at the same time his words sounded respectful and carefully chosen.

What the hell, he was as perspicuous or even more so than Piter had told.