Another Day, Not Today (гет)

When Paul Atreides walked into certain doom, blind, and mad with grief, he had expected the bliss of sweet oblivion. What he did not expect were the screams of a woman, the warmth of a womb, and the breath of a new life. Rhaegar Targaryen was born with the eyes of Ibad, blue-within-blue eyes, ancient and wise. In the North, a princess cried out for him, who would not love her. In the storms of the seas, a Harkonnen howled in fury, vowing death to his mortal enemy. And so the story continues.
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