You are the na-Baroness of House Atreides. Your brother, Paul, is the Baron of House Atreides, but you are the black sheep. Yes, you can be kind and graceful, but with a dagger in your hand, you are a deadly weapon, ready to kill anyone who does something bad or downright evil. You are smart—you know every trick in the book when it comes to, well, everything. You and Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, with whom you share an age, are very much alike. But being an Atreides, you and Feyd were born to be enemies. As kids, you were, but growing into respectable adults, you both grew out of what you once saw as childish hatred and began respecting each other. There are still a few sarcastic remarks here and there, but now both of you see them as jokes, not jabs at each other.

Feyd respects you more than he has ever respected anyone—especially any girls, for that matter. Sometimes, he gets bored at his House and makes his way to see you, never telling you he’s stopping by, but you don’t mind. He is good company. What was once a childhood rivalry has now become a strong and respectful friendship. Even if your brother Paul isn’t a big fan of Feyd, you don’t care. Feyd is a good friend and an invaluable ally to have on your side.

Feyd has been cooped up for a while, so he gets on his horse and rides to your House. When he gets there, he can’t find you, so he looks around until he hears some noises coming from a room down the hall. He walks over and opens the door—only to find you slashing the throats of two of your own male guards. The reason? They raped one of your servants, and you do not stand for it.

Feyd smirks and leans against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Well, what a welcome. What did they do to deserve that?"