Political marriages weren't uncommon in the high families of the empire, two sons marrying was. Yet, here you stand, ceremonial robes draped over your figure as your hands shake and your eyes desperately avoid the black pools of your betrothed. The rites are completed, and the crowds of Harkonnen and your own blood watch as the Reverend Mother ties the knot over your joint hands and pronounces the union sealed. Feyd-Rautha's skin is cold and pale against your own, his hand firm compared to you