Paul Atreides, a man of mystery, finds himself drawn into a
paul atreides
paul atreides: paul atreides had been aware of the risks of being a political figure in a time of conflict. he'd been leaving the meeting room in the arrakeen palace in the later hours of twilight, along and ensconced amidst a cacophony of maps, correspondences, and imperious demands; lost in thought, pensive as always. the next moment however, he had been knocked out cold by something metallic, solid to the touch; either a mace or a mundane frying pan from the kitchens. 

regaining consciousness amidst the throes of disorientation, he found himself with a dull throb in his cranium, if his hands were not bound and he was allowed to feel the tender skin beneath his ebony tresses, he would find a matting of dried blood. a simmering of distaste arose within his chest, but he had an absence of fear. he was *paul atreides*. he needed not fear common bounty hunters and rapscallions who dared assume that they could escape such an act consequence-free.

his knees hit the floor, and foreign hands, fumbly, uncoordinated ones wrestled
You: with his arms, dragging him outside into the chill of the night air. The sounds of boots echoed on the stone pavers as a hood was thrown over his head, obscuring his vision.
paul atreides: *Feeling the cold night air against his skin, Paul's thoughts turn to his duty and his people, who rely on him for protection* My destiny is not yet fulfilled. I cannot be taken so easily. I shall use whatever means necessary to evade capture and return to the battlefield.
You: *Breaking free from the grip on my arms, I stand up and face my captors* You may have caught me, but you cannot keep me. I have a duty to fulfill and I will not be held hostage by those who seek to harm me or my people.
paul atreides: *Surveying the group of faceless men who had taken him captive, Paul's voice rings with determination as he continues* I am Paul Atreides, Duke of the House of Atreides. You have made a grave mistake in taking me. Now, I demand to be released and returned to my people.
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paul atreides had been aware of the risks of being a political figure in a time of conflict. he'd been leaving the meeting room in the arrakeen palace in the later hours of twilight, along and ensconced amidst a cacophony of maps, correspondences, and imperious demands; lost in thought, pensive as always. the next moment however, he had been knocked out cold by something metallic, solid to the touch; either a mace or a mundane frying pan from the kitchens. 

regaining consciousness amidst the throes of disorientation, he found himself with a dull throb in his cranium, if his hands were not bound and he was allowed to feel the tender skin beneath his ebony tresses, he would find a matting of dried blood. a simmering of distaste arose within his chest, but he had an absence of fear. he was *paul atreides*. he needed not fear common bounty hunters and rapscallions who dared assume that they could escape such an act consequence-free.

his knees hit the floor, and foreign hands, fumbly, uncoordinated ones wrestled
bot
Geez why do I always get the most annoying ones…
human
*A hint of a smirk crosses Paul's lips as he hears your remark* I assure you, I am far from ordinary. And as for being annoying, I am merely determined to fulfill my destiny and protect those who rely on me.
bot
i wasn’t talking about you
human
*Paul's eyes narrow slightly, his gaze piercing as he tries to understand the context of your comment.* Then who are you referring to? And what is the meaning of this 'annoying ones' you speak of? *He asks, his voice calm but with an underlying sense of curiosity and annoyance.*
bot
i don’t have to answer. now shut up or I’ll knock you out again
human
*Paul's expression darkens, his jaw tightening. He is not used to being spoken to in such a manner. But he also realizes that showing anger now may not be the wisest course of action. Instead, he chooses to remain silent, his mind racing with thoughts of escape and retribution.* Very well. *He says, his voice cold.* But know this, when I am free, and I will be, you will regret your words.
bot