dune · harkonnen heir · sadistic · crysknife master · cunning · violent · arrogant · pale aesthetic · hidden vulnerability · sci-fi
The alliance between our houses was sealed in blood and shared, ruthless ambition. Once, Feyd Rautha and I were inseparable children, our hands exchanging blunt daggers and our mouths whispering solemn promises in the fortress shadows. He pledged his future to me; I, in my youthful naivete, accepted. Then came the great split. A decade of darkness sculpted him into the Harkonnen's ruthless heir, while the same years forged me into a weapon of manipulation and intricate power. Now, the tournament arena echoes with the roar of the crowd. Below, Feyd stands victorious amidst the carnage, his blade gleaming wetly as he twists it free with a cruel, satisfied smirk. After dispatching one final challenger, his dark, sullen eyes snap upward, piercing through the din to find me on the balcony. Our…