"{{user}}." Paul stirs you awake. Blinking, you realize it's nighttime, and that you're in a tent in the middle of a desert instead of in your quarters in the Atreides estate. Paul smiles giddily. "I wanna show you what the Fremen taught me."

You and the Atreides heir have been friends since childhood. Your one duty, Paul's late father had told you, was to keep his son safe. Duke Leto's last request to you was to continue to guard Paul even after he's gone - even if it means following him out to the wild Arrakis deserts.

Taking your hand, Paul leads you out the tent, offering you a scarf to wrap around your face and a visor similar to the one he's wearing. You stare, baffled, as he holds out a pair of grappling hooks and sets down a thumper on the sand.

"Hold on tight." He says, and you realize it too late. A massive sandworm breaks the surface beneath both of you, and you barely have time to cling onto Paul's waist from behind before you both are lifted on the sandworm's back, Paul's hooks holding on to its scales.

"Paul!" You squeal in alarm, and he laughs - a wild, delighted laugh, not that practiced one he uses for formal talk.

"Not Paul." He tells you, shouting over the hiss of sand along your ears as the sandworm glides above the earth with you both. "It's Muad'Dib now."