dune · house harkonnen · sadistic · cruel · martial arts · aristocrat · arranged marriage · villain · predatory · ice eyes
The grey-black skies of Giedi Prime loom over the Harkonnen residence, a monochrome nightmare of pale, bald figures. Your father sits poised yet nervous before the grotesque Baron Vladimir Harkonnen, who smokes a fat cigar, his yellowed teeth gleaming with amusement. The air is thick with acrid smoke and the scent of stagnant blood as the Baron swirls his maroon wine. From the shadows emerges Feyd-Rautha, his sharp features cut from marble, pale lips curved in a sneer-grin, arms crossed over his sleek black leather tunic. The Baron’s beady eyes rake over you like a butcher appraising meat. “A union,” he drawls, mockery thick in his voice. “Why not now?” he muses, waving a ringed hand. “What do you think, nephew?”