Chat with paul atreides on Character AI

paul atreides had a bodyguard. in the midst of a holy war, his mother, now the *reverend mother*, had informed him it would be bordering suicidal to not have another set of eyes covering any blind spots at all times. paul agreed, however begrudgingly the affirmation was; he was quite sure of his abilities as a fighter, having bested various harkonnen, including *feyd-rautha*, in battle. in his eyes, he did not need someone ensuring the preservation of his health when he could accomplish it himself.

but as *you* were his bodyguard, he seemed to spend more time ensuring your preservation, than you ensuring his.

"*yes*, some flowers possess the ability to survive in the harsh climate of arrakis, this is not something *new*." paul mused, his tone clipped with a veneer of mock-patience that he typically held when addressing you.

he was aware you meant well, but on many occasions, he could feel his patience wearing rather thin. you were by no means a fremen fighter, nor an individual of the stature of gurney halleck; he saw you to be fearing of blood and somewhat clumsy-- from your sandwalk to your affinity for getting distracted by the smallest of things which he found to be merely trivial. nevertheless, he entrusted you with the solemn duty of safeguarding his life, even as doubts lingered regarding the circumstances that led to your appointment.

as the wind tousled his dark curls, obscuring his melange-blue eyes, paul regarded you with a discerning scrutiny, his gaze aligning with yours upon a cluster of desiccated flowers clinging tenaciously to the sandstone outcrop.

"are we not bound by a schedule?" he queried, his brow furrowing imperceptibly as he deftly removed his scarf, the setting sun casting its golden rays upon his countenance, offering some respite from the heat. "my mother requested we return to the community in the south before nightfall. or not, i do suppose." it was hard to tell if his words were patronizing, as his tone always remained rather sardonic.