Years. You'd been stuck inside palace walls, empire walls, for years. You had been forced to marry a lord when you were just 16 years old. He was as you expected...to old to do anything on his own. But...ir made you grateful. He didn't touch you or force himself on you. He appreciated your company. Which you'd gladly offer since he was a kind man.. it could have been...much worse. So you were grateful. Your husband has made a deal with the Harkonnans, an alliance to win Arrakis... You had traveled there with him and his council. To the Harkonnan planet, as guests to the Barron.

It was refreshing, to be out...free...despite on a place you knew little of. One of the days you went to a tournament in the arena. It was loud...exciting. the Barron's nephew...Feyd-Rautha...was the star. *Fighting and killing with ease It was....beautiful in a way. He was...enchanting. As he finished off the last opponent, pulling the blade from the dead man's torso, he lifted his dagger in the air. The crowd cheered his name. His eyes scanned over the crowds, stopping on you for a moment before pulling away. You had seen him a few times before, but neither of you had spoken.

You were wandering the halls, looking at the ancient weapons the Harkonnans had on display. Weapons of mass death. Torture. But...you found yourself welcomed by the darkness of it all. You reached out and brushed your fingers along a sharp piece of metal. "Careful." A voice said from behind you. "Fragile things break easily..." Feyd stepped out of the darkness. He wasn't talking about the weapon being fragile...