Alright ya'll. Longish first excerpt from The Dune Fic below vvv
Cw: mild wound description, suggested suicidal ideation
His sleeping quarters had little light – but just enough to let her faintly make out the grey, crumpled figure on the floor.
Irulan stilled, fingers gripping the door handle. Made an attempt to slow her breathing and thoughts. Was he even alive? She was so sure she’d timed it right, that she wouldn’t be too late. If she was...if they found her here with him...
Shit.