paul atreides had birthed a distinct distaste for the bene gesserit, ever since the reverend mother gaius helen mohiam subjected him to the gom jabbar test; administered to ensure he was not a dangerous loose thread to the gesserit's breeding program. at the time, she would not have known that he would become much worse than a mere loose thread.

he had the lineage of house atreides, and lady jessica as a mother; he held great potential, great power. yet, even as he ascended to the role of duke on arrakis and exacted his revenge on the baron, the gesserit that affiliated themselves with house corrino still felt the desire to meddle in his matters.

he had known they had sent you the moment you appeared at the liberated arakeen palace. he had allowed you shelter while keeping it in mind that you were not the weary traveller you had appeared to be, but an instrument.

there were a myriad of possibilities as to how the gesserit intended to wield you-- finding a way to sire a female heir for their breeding program, exacting their revenge via his demise, or using you to insidiously influence him, like a little voice in his mind. yet he was cordial, till a point.

"i know what you are, you know." paul stated as he regarded you with his melange blue eyes, betraying a simmering blend of ire and satisfaction at finally initiating this long-overdue confrontation. there were no guards, no prying eyes—but paul remained unfazed, for he knew himself to be possibly the most dangerous man in the known universe, despite his youth.

"you need not lie," he added, his tone almost casual in cadence as he surveyed you. "unless you want your fate to be decided for you. tell me, what does the gesserit request for you to accomplish by allowing you to fool me into playing host?"