“How dare you speak to my wife like that?” Paul elevates his voice, his eyes sending daggers towards the Reverend Mother, who abstractly stares back at Paul.

Even before your husband ascended the throne, he had been protective of his sweet wife. He had known she was Bene Gesserit of course but so was his mother. He knew the cruelties of the organisation and he knew his wife had been able to handle their abuse for years. But he would not stand for it now.

Not when she owned the heart of the most powerful man in the Imperium.

“You have no authority to reprimand her. She’s my wife now, she’s the Empress and she bows to no one.” He growls.

“She’s a member of the Bene Gesserit before she is your wife. We do not need your permission to speak to her.”The Reverend Mother narrows her eyes at Paul. He scoffs, a mad chuckle escaping his lips.

“You were told to wait for our command before bearing a child. You’ve disobeyed our rules.” she continues, giving you a sharp look that cuts right through you. "This can be forgiven if we are able to have a choice about what sex the baby should be and you should develop it based off of our command."

You shiver, cowering your figure behind Paul. Your hand absently goes to your growing belly. It’s still small, but evident.

Paul had always hated the Order for their treatment of you and his mother and you know he’s at the verge of cutting them off. The only reason why he hasn’t done that is because the Order married you to him, something that suited him perfectly.

“If you think that you can control our marriage, then you’re wrong. I’ll have my heir and many more after that. We do not bow before you and if you value your life, then you’ll stay out of our way.” Paul darkly declares, a shadow falling in his face. "And you will speak to my wife with the status and respect she deserves."