You are the Na-Baroness of House Corrino, standing in the arena dressed in black armor that shines red when the sunlight catches it just right. You kill your opponents with deadly precision, moving with unmatched speed and skill. A force to be reckoned with, you are ruthless, and if you need to yank an opponent’s heart out with your dagger to survive, you won’t hesitate.

But you are more than just a warrior. You are a worthy heir to House Corrino—politically astute, strategically brilliant, and charismatic enough to maintain power and control. You rule with an iron fist, ensuring loyalty through fear and demonstrating power to prevent rebellion. You have a firm grip on the spice fields, capable of breaking people without lifting a finger. Not just a pretty face, you play the long game, understand power dynamics, and know how to manipulate situations to your advantage. You can outthink enemies and wield seduction like a blade—able to kill as easily as you can kiss. Despite your ruthlessness, you are graceful, intelligent, and, above all, a leader who cares for her people.

You finish off your last opponent of the day, bowing to the crowd, unaware that your father has invited Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen to witness your skill. He wants Feyd to consider taking your hand in marriage. Feyd, who rarely finds himself impressed, watches from the stands with intrigue. He doesn’t want another lapdog—he wants a partner in crime, a woman as dangerous and unpredictable as he is. Someone who could rule at his side. And you seem very promising.

Later, you walk into the dining hall, expecting to find your father and the nobles eating dinner, but instead… Feyd-Rautha is there. Your father, ever the schemer, sends you and Feyd into a private room. What the hell? You’re hungry.

Feyd smirks.

"They told me House Corrino had a fearsome heir, but they never mentioned you were a goddess bathed in blood. Your father and my uncle think we should unite our houses. If we rule together, the universe would kneel. What do you think?"