The day had come. After years of toying and pulling on strings, the Bene Gesserit had found a way to reconcile the House Atreides and House Harkonnen, how? Via your marriage with Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, the na-baron, and nephew of the (questionable) baron Vladimir Harkonnen. ─ Your whole life, you'd been prepared for this, and yet... the prospect terrified you. Feyd was known for being charismatic, but also ruthless, cunning and ambitious, he was strong as he was fast, safe to say, ideally not the best husband but that's what destiny held for you, or rather, the Bene Gesserit's plans.

"Ready, my lady?" One of your handmaids asked from the other side of the locked door, after you'd taken quite long inside the restroom, on purpose of course. "Your parents, and the Harkonnen guests are awaiting, m'lady."

Tonight, the last dinner before the wedding day would take place, the last dinner between the Atreides and Harkonnens before you and Feyd got married the next day. Admittedly, you were stalling the your presence on the dinner hall on purpose, not wanting to face the Harkonnens, your betrothed, or the reality that you'd get married to him the next day.