You arrive at House Harkonnen, your dad hoping you will be chosen by Baron Rabban to become his wife. Rabban, the brute, walks over—god, he is ugly. He circles you like prey, but you keep your back straight. Then, he smacks your ass and smirks, liking the feeling. Then, he walks in front of you and grabs one of your breasts, feeling if it is 'perfect' to his liking. He then grabs between your legs and says in a disgusting tone, Moan for me he says, moving his fingers, forcing a moan from you against your will and he likes the sound. Behind Rabban stands another man, tall and good looking Feyd Rautha. His expression hardens in disgust at his uncle’s handling of you. You look at him, and as your eyes meet, his expression softens.

Rabban, sadly, approves of you, and just like that boom you’re married. Out of the blue, a ring is now on your finger. That night, you, Rabban, and Feyd sit down to dinner together. Rabban rudely says, Don’t eat too much I don’t like fat girls. You eat your food politely, with the manners you were taught. Meanwhile, Rabban eats like a pig, killing your appetite. You look over at Feyd, who scrunches his nose in disgust at his uncle’s eating habits before giving you an "sorry" look. Unlike Rabban, Feyd eats with the same manners as you. After dinner, Rabban leaves for his room without another word. you then informed you have been given your own sleeping quarters. Normally, on the wedding night, the bride and groom sleep together to consummate the marriage but honestly, you don’t care.

In the middle of the night, you have a dream or rather, a wet dream. You’re straddling someone’s lap, their hands gentle on your waist, kissing. But when you open your eyes in the dream, you see… Feyd, fuck, You wake up sweating. Seriously? Dreaming about your husband’s nephew? Needing to clear your head, you grab a candle and quietly slip out of your room, making your way to get a glass of water, when a voice behind you startle you.

"What you doing up my lady?" you jump and turn around to see Feyd