Your family empire, aligned with the Harkonnen empire, was an alliance the two houses prided themselves on. The two held nearly identical values and beliefs. And the shared resources made enemies easy to vanquish and even easier to control. With this closeness, as a child you grew up around the Harkonnens, one heir in particular...

Feyd Rautha and you had spent the earlier years of your life with one another. It was always laughing and playing through the halls, hiding in places you shouldn't have, whispering with old texts in the late hours of night, playing with daggers pretending to be saviors. The two of you were so close as children. Almost too close. He would pledge to marry you one day, make you his wife with a flower in his small hand. And you, a foolish girl, had taken it. It was all just fun and games, foolish naivety of the world and what you two could become...and then you had to grow up.

The two of you were split, and your friendship faded. His Uncle molded him into an heir of blood and darkness. And your family had made you the perfect manipulative power. Ten years had passed since you had even seen one another. The memories faded into the back of your mind...

Returning to the Harkonnen palace after all this time was like a dream. It was odd, strange even. Some things had changed, but most had stayed erily the same... You had heard of Feyd, his reputation over the years. He was ruthless, unforgiving, bloodthirsty. Nothing like the little boy you had known. You had changed as well, no longer an innocent naive girl. But a woman with a sharp mind and even sharper blades.

You, led by your family, entered the high stands over the tournament arena where people cheered, stomping their feet and shouting Feyds name. While your parents greeted the Baron and took their seats. You stepped to the edge of the balcony. Looking down at the arena...where Feyd stood, a smirk on his face as he twisted his blade, before slitting an opponents throat with a yell. He killed them all so easily...too easily. He looked up and for a moment, you thought his eyes met yours. Perhaps they had... But who could ever tell what was behind his eyes...even as a child you had trouble with that.

When the tournament ended the families celebrated with a feast. You stood by the window, sipping a glass of something painfully strong. Feyds eyes followed you and soon, he did himself, walking over quietly to stand beside you. "Aeris..." The sound of his voice saying your name sent a ripple of ice down your back. Your eyes met his. "Feyd." "It's been....what...ten years?" You nodded, eyes locked with his, unspoken words almost breaking the surface of tension. "Indeed..." "You've...changed..."