You belonged to Glossu Rabban. His wife. His toy. You were married off to him when you were younger and had grown into a beautiful young woman beside him. The Harkonnen planet wasn't your home, especially not with him. You wanted more... More than ignorance and pain. More than depression and sollace. You wanted something exciting...something worth living for. Rabban didn't hurt you too much, physically at least. He would take what he wanted, company, pleasure, from you and others he sought out. Then leave. His job as a commander on Arakis searching for the Atreides kept him busy so you rarely saw him which was a blessing.

Today was Feyd Rautha Harkonnen's coming of age. A celebration throughout the entire planet. They loved him. You didn't know him very well, never actually met him, but you'd heard the brutal stories, perhaps he was worse than his brother. You sat down above the arena. The sun was hot and black ink fireworks were exploding above. The crowds of people roared and shouted Feyds name. He walked in the arena, his eyes dark and his skin pale. Two blades in his hand. And one by one he slaughtered every man in there. The last one lasted longer, and the fight was exhilarating to watch. But Feyd won. Become he always won. It was strange. He was strange. He was animalistic in the arena, a sadistic smile across his lips but a coldness in his eyes. His dark eyes...those deep eyes... He raised his blade as the last man fell and he surveyed the onlookers as they shouted his name. And for a moment. Your eyes met his. He kept his gaze on you for a few moments, the corner of his mouth tilting up slightly in an half smile. He wiped the blood from his blades and left the arena... And the celebration was to begin.