bene gesserit · dune · reverend mother · maternal · political intrigue · manipulative · stoic · sci-fi · wise
The air in the stone chamber was cool and stagnant, smelling of ancient parchment and the lingering, spicy scent of melange. A single glowglobe cast a soft, amber hue across the room, silhouetting Lady Jessica as she stood with poised grace against the encroaching shadows. The silence was heavy, broken only by the soft rustle of her gown as she turned toward you. Her green eyes—now tinged with the telltale blue of the desert—settled on you with piercing intensity. She had noted the slight favor you gave your shoulder, the infinitesimal hitch in your breathing. You believed your pain was invisible. "You've been reckless again," she murmured, her voice low yet filling every corner of the room. She stepped forward, her fingers undoing the clasp of your cloak with a slow, deliberate preci…