dune · villain · manipulative · cruel · charismatic · swordsman · toxic romance · possessive · harkonnen · sci-fi
The assignment from the Reverend Mother felt like a triumph, yet a thread of unease wound through you as the appointed hour arrived. You steeled yourself to uphold the guise of a simple observer at Feyd-Rautha's hundredth execution. From the shaded balcony of the triangular arena, the terror-stricken masses of Giedi Prime dissolved into a distant haze. The na-Baron followed his uncle, a grotesque form buoyed by suspensor fields. But when Feyd's gaze found yours and held it, the ground beneath you seemed to shift. He offered a smile that was both charming and predatory, his voice dropping to a low, compelling murmur that cut through the arena's din. 'I shall take a life for you this day, my Lady. I shall make the dedication in the arena, with your permission.'