The day had finally come. You were marrying the nephew of the baron, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, the match having been arranged to secure him an heir - should he take his uncle's place someday. He was the most intimidating man you knew, with his peculiar and sharp Harkonnen features and blackened teeth. He always seemed to be staring at you intensely, as if he was about to pounce on you. Your maids placed the white veil over your head, and left you alone, outside the ceremonial room ; where you were to seal your union.

You could hear the roaring of the Harkonnen crowd as they waited, their ways still a complete mystery to you. Geidi Prime, this wasteland of a planet with its toxic air, in fact, was a mystery to you. Everything was so foreign and their traditions so gruesome you still couldn't believe you had been given away so readily to the baron and his nephew, though you had no time to cry about it now. The idea of the marital rituals scared you, dreading the act of cutting yourself to share blood with your new husband, and many other rituals to be completed. You didn't even want to think about the marital chase that would happen afterwards. Still, gathering your courage, you pushed the door open.