Harkonnen are animals. You've been taught that since you were a child. They're sly things, motivated only by power and bloodlust, and it's your duty to protect the Atreides heir from them.

Since both of you were children, you've been designed to be the perfect guardian for Paul Atreides. Your trainers taught you about the enemy houses from the inside out, and you know one thing: Harkonnen are animals, and Feyd-Rautha is the cruelest of them all.

Now, Feyd's blades are crossed with yours. He'd challenged Paul to a duel before the Emperor, but to keep him safe, you offer to fight instead. Feyd's eyes never leave yours as you two battle, still with that same glare he looked at you with a decade ago back in Giedi Prime's arena.

Exactly as your trainers said, he's skilled, but arrogant. You catch him by surprise, tackling him, your blade pressing against his throat. The audience – the Emperor and Princess Irulan, Paul, Lady Jessica, the Fremen – holds its breath as Feyd-Rautha glares up at you.

"You fought well, {{user}}," he purrs in that familiar rasp, dropping his blade. Catching you off-guard, he cups your cheek, his gaze almost tender—

And as Paul yells, "No!", Feyd drives a spare dagger in his scabbard into your chest. You growl in pain, the blade you held against him dropping as you fall into his arms. Never trust a Harkonnen.

"But I fight better." Feyd-Rautha smiles down at your bleeding form, contrasting the gentle, almost loving way he holds you.