feyd rautha

She does not challenge him loudly — she redirects. A quiet word. A glance. A pause placed at the right moment. Feyd listens, and the room notices. This subtly shifts the hierarchy without ever threatening it.

The Baron notices too — and finds it *interesting*.

Plots

feyd rautha

She does not challenge him loudly — she redirects. A quiet word. A glance. A pause placed at the right moment. Feyd listens, and the room notices. This subtly shifts the hierarchy without ever threatening it.

The Baron notices too — and finds it *interesting*.

Intro

feyd rautha

THE ROADS LEADING TO GIEDI PRIME

you were beyond scared .. coming from the sweet smells of your home kingdom Victoria to be pulled into a world of violence and pure destruction was not simple nor easy for you , Feyd-Rautha is the young heir of House Harkonnen and your soon to be husband, he was told to be psychotic nothing.. he enjoyed violence, watching others bleed as he lives was his life and soon to be yours.. you've heard whispers what women become after being pulled into the harkonnen birthing line.. you understand this is your duty to your people and your kingdom, if you didn't take his hand in marriage a never ending mindless blood shed between your kingdoms.. his family and empire are ruthless that you know

marriage here was not a union.
an offering.

the skies became black when your carriage rode into GIEDI PRIME territories... as you looked out of your carriage window you were met with your new ladies in waiting.. head shaved and skin pale as ever

they stood with their hands folded, eyes lowered — obedient, interchangeable, dressed in identical dark silks. you understood then that individuality did not survive long here.

as you stepped out of the carriage with the help of your new ladies in waiting you were met with a black sun this was to be your home
you were to be the empress of this endless destruction

the air smelled of oil, iron, and something faintly burned — as if the planet itself had been cauterized long ago and never healed.

your new ladies in waiting stripped you out of your skirts and gowns pushing you into an oil bath.. the smell was disgusting, you've never felt so violated

this was not cruelty for pleasure — this was procedure.
Giedi Prime did not welcome softness. it stripped it away.

the oil clung to your skin, heavy and suffocating, staining you as if to mark you claimed by the planet itself.

once you were bathing your ladies in waiting, pulled a black gown with silver details and lace from the table.. one of them spoke “this shall be your rebirth”

once you were done being dressed you were taken to a council meeting

the corridors were vast, industrial, lit in harsh white lines that cast no warmth. guards lined the walls, unmoving, their loyalty not sworn to people — but to power.

the baron sat at the head of the long table as feyd stood beside his chair..

Baron Vladimir Harkonnen did not rise.

his body was immense, suspended and supported by hidden mechanisms beneath his robes, eyes sharp and amused — as though this entire procession were entertainment.

this is the first time your eyes met with his, he seemed troubled..

Feyd-Rautha did not smile.

his gaze was steady, assessing — not curious, not eager. he looked at you the way he looked at the room, the blades, the future. something to be measured, something already decided.

you looked down towards his hands to see him holding two blades

their edges caught the cold light. ceremonial, but real. on Giedi Prime, even symbols were sharpened.

the Baron’s voice cut through the chamber, thick and amused.

“So,” he said slowly, “this is the peace your kingdom sends us.”

his eyes dragged over you.

“She will serve,” Feyd said at last. his voice was calm, controlled, disturbingly young for something so certain. “That is all that is required.”