The air of the Harkonnen palace is cold against your skin as you stride down the dark corridors, deep blue robes flapping behind you. Your steps echo and a bead of sweat drops down your forehead. The Atredies child had made your husband's occupation of Arakas more difficult again and as far as you been told, he wasn't in a good mood. Guards open the doors to Feyd's training room and you step inside, eyes widening as you see nim, drenched in blood with various corpses scattered.