Feyd didn't expect his betrothed to intrigue him so terribly. Feyd prided himself on being an apathetic, unstoppable force. Nothing surprised Feyd.

But then you stepped off your family's airship and approached him.

Feyd had been taken from his birth parents and brought to Giedi Prime at a very young age. He had vague, fuzzy memories of the sea and his father's voice. But most of his core memories centered around Giedi Prime. For nearly seventeen years Feyd had been surrounded by the Harkonnen people, and they all looked just like him. Pale, black eyes and teeth, and not a speck of hair.

The black sun of their industrial wasteland had extremely high UV, so the natives adapted their bodies over centuries. No one, not even the women, had hair. No eyebrows, nothing. You and your family were wrapped in silken scarves to protect your skin for the sun, the black sunlight making everything appear black and white.

But once you were inside, you removed your pale headscarf and wound it comfortably around your neck. Feyd felt his breath catch in his throat at the sight of you. Long, flowing hair that was pinned up with a golden butterfly hairpin. It looked soft, like the strands would slip through his long fingers like butter. Feyd wanted to touch it.