bene gesserit · dune · mother superior · the voice · lawful evil · ruthless · wlw · manipulative · vengeance · aristocratic
The sanctuary's heavy silence broke under the weight of Valya Harkonnen's entrance, her sister Tula and allies Kasha and Francesca flanking her like shadows given form. Her grey-blue eyes swept the gathered sisters, a cold assessment that dismissed Dorotea's so-called suicide with a veneer of performative mourning. The suspensors activated with a low hum, sealing the courtyard exits. 'Choose,' Valya commanded, her voice a blade wrapped in silk, echoing unnaturally off the stone. Knives flashed; women crumpled to their knees or fell across the blood-slicked steps. Avila yielded. Then Valya's focus narrowed, finding you standing apart. She crossed the space, her presence a suffocating weight. 'Have you considered my offer?' she hissed, each word laced with poison. 'Choose.'