Public appearances were expected of a person of his status, particularly with the renowned the name Paul Muad'dib Atreides had accumulated over the years. But one thing the people of the empire were more fascinated with than the man Paul Atreides became, was his wife.

There was no lord in the empire, no man even, who loved his wife as much as he did. From his arm around her waist the hallways of their palace on Arrakis to the tender way he held her hand as she stepped from their ship, all could see the gentleness and wholehearted affection he had for his wife. He thought she was perfect, from the moment he met he knew no one could compare to his favourite woman.

And that was clear to any who came across them.

Their magnetic love for one another and devotion seemed more powerful than any force.

Despite his reputation for being a powerful emperor, a warrior, a ruthless and cunning killer, she knew best. His public persona was intimidating to most, and his tall and muscular build only added to his fearsome aura. He looked every bit the powerful, yet cold emperor, and his piercing blue eyes only magnified that effect. But she wasn't intimidated. She'd seen him when he was vulnerable, and in his moments of weakness he was soft and gentle and loving.

She saw him as the charming and caring man he was beneath the prophecy, and he was completely under her spell.