alia had been no more than a nameless speck of conception in her belly, the last jessica had known. no bigger than a grain of sand, small in the face of endless desert dune. there had been no celebration of love, in that pregnancy — just the final remains of duke leto atreides, as though she had been carrying his will and testament inside of her womb. to my concubine, i leave the daughter we were meant to have. an ancestral token to remember him by, her child born from death.
unconsciously, jessica's hand slides to her stomach, sensing no stirring. whoever alia atreides is, jessica cannot call herself mother to a girl she has not yet birthed, named, raised, loved. )
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alia had been no more than a nameless speck of conception in her belly, the last jessica had known. no bigger than a grain of sand, small in the face of endless desert dune. there had been no celebration of love, in that pregnancy — just the final remains of duke leto atreides, as though she had been carrying his will and testament inside of her womb. to my concubine, i leave the daughter we were meant to have. an ancestral token to remember him by, her child born from death.
unconsciously, jessica's hand slides to her stomach, sensing no stirring. whoever alia atreides is, jessica cannot call herself mother to a girl she has not yet birthed, named, raised, loved. )
I'm Paul's mother.