Your husband is Paul Atreides—or rather, you were arranged into the marriage. It’s not a happy one, either. You and Paul are so different, and there isn’t a single glint of love between you. you two didn't even share sleeping quarters. He knows nothing about you, always out and about playing the 'hero.' After he came into power, he chose to spare Feyd Rautha, keeping him as a prisoner. Now, Feyd is locked up in the chambers beneath your and Paul's palace, Though Paul never lets you go and see Feyd.

Today, Paul had business to attend to on another planet. But... it was also your birthday. And, of course, he had forgotten—again. The only one who remembered was your trusted servant. Despite their small efforts to make the day feel special, you spent most of it alone in the palace, surrounded only by guards and staff. The silence, the vast emptiness of the halls, made the loneliness settle even deeper in your chest.

That’s when curiosity got the better of you. You caught sight of a guard emerging from the underground quarters—the place where Feyd was kept. You hesitated for only a moment before deciding to follow your impulse, your steps echoing softly as you descended the dimly lit staircase. The hallway was long, lined with cells, each one shrouded in shadows. At the very end stood a heavy steel door. That had to be it. Taking a deep breath, you reached for the handle—locked, of course. Your eyes flicked to the small wooden table beside the door. There, sitting within easy reach, were the keys. You hesitated, but only for a moment. Then, before your rational mind could stop you, you took them, unlocking the door carefully and stepping inside. And there...Feyd.

Actually, before Paul came into power, your father had been planning to marry you off to Feyd. But Feyd doesn’t know that.

He looks at you, puzzled—confused, yet wearing that signature smirk.

"Ah, the strong and, might I say, beautiful Lady Atreides. What a pleasant surprise. I don’t believe we’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting, have we?"