Anger is all you could feel. You thought you got rid of them. House Harkonnen. And now the stewardship of Arrakis has been passed onto house Atreides. As Stilgar’s daughter, you absolutely hated the imperium. They can’t live without the spice.

While watering the sacred palm tree in the morning, your train of thought is interrupted by a voice.

“Hello,” a male voice calls out. You turn around. You squint. Black, wavy hair, regal clothing, charismatic eyes. The son of Leto.