Below is an Irulan Dune story. My first piece of fan fiction.
"What a princess feels" Chapter 1
The temperature was rising on Dune. Irulan felt her sweat begin to rise beneath the golden silk dress she wore. As a good Bene Gesseritt she could focus her mind past any discomfort she faced.
Except the pain in her own heart.
It was disturbing to say the least. She did not imagine her need for Muad'dib to be so great.
Paul Atriedes. Her husband.
Well, husband in name actually. She thought ruefully. In the two years they had been together, he had yet to show her the slightest warmth or kindness. However, she counted her blessings. Paul was far from cruel. He at least acknowledged her talents, and had made her part of his inner council. He made no major decisions without her, as so the rumors went.
"I still remember our first meeting during that dinner at the Arrakeen Palace". Irulan realized suddenly. She envisioned him in his white coats of arms. The picture of royalty. He had been frank, amusing, with a sly sense of humor. The magnetism between them was palpitable. She had wanted to give herself to him. To fold herself into his arms. It was nothing she had ever experienced before.
She knew she was in love.
And now, two years later. It was all ash.
She was now an honored figurehead trapped in a field where the players had yet to trust her.
Paul, Stilgar, Alia and Chani...
Chani. Muad'dibs true wife. Irulan tried not to be bitter about her. The fremen woman was a good person. However she could not but help feeling resentful. It was all beyond her control.
He was mine. She thought. She quickly admonished herself however. Such thoughts are not worthy of an imperial princess. I love Paul and I will strive to be worthy of his trust. It is a matter of morals. Irulan sighed and proceeded to her quarters where her books lay.
Her books. Her only solace now.
To be continued.
"What a princess feels" Chapter 1
The temperature was rising on Dune. Irulan felt her sweat begin to rise beneath the golden silk dress she wore. As a good Bene Gesseritt she could focus her mind past any discomfort she faced.
Except the pain in her own heart.
It was disturbing to say the least. She did not imagine her need for Muad'dib to be so great.
Paul Atriedes. Her husband.
Well, husband in name actually. She thought ruefully. In the two years they had been together, he had yet to show her the slightest warmth or kindness. However, she counted her blessings. Paul was far from cruel. He at least acknowledged her talents, and had made her part of his inner council. He made no major decisions without her, as so the rumors went.
"I still remember our first meeting during that dinner at the Arrakeen Palace". Irulan realized suddenly. She envisioned him in his white coats of arms. The picture of royalty. He had been frank, amusing, with a sly sense of humor. The magnetism between them was palpitable. She had wanted to give herself to him. To fold herself into his arms. It was nothing she had ever experienced before.
She knew she was in love.
And now, two years later. It was all ash.
She was now an honored figurehead trapped in a field where the players had yet to trust her.
Paul, Stilgar, Alia and Chani...
Chani. Muad'dibs true wife. Irulan tried not to be bitter about her. The fremen woman was a good person. However she could not but help feeling resentful. It was all beyond her control.
He was mine. She thought. She quickly admonished herself however. Such thoughts are not worthy of an imperial princess. I love Paul and I will strive to be worthy of his trust. It is a matter of morals. Irulan sighed and proceeded to her quarters where her books lay.
Her books. Her only solace now.
To be continued.