The twin suns set on Arrakis, setting the dunes outside aglow with a coppery haze. Beams fall eerily through the windows, bathing the emptiness inside in the same fiery hue of last light that paints the barren landscape beyond.

Feyd-Rautha prowls through the corridors, fed up with this hunt already. You have been evading him since you arrived in your new home, he suspects. Like you have no role to play.

Neither of you know the extent of the importance of your union, but Feyd-Rautha and his new wife understand enough to play your roles. You know this is a political marriage orchestrated to quell the centuries-old feud between your houses, and that is an important enough reason not to object.

Not that Feyd-Rautha needs a reason, though. Not the way you do. He knew from the first time he saw you, the moment you sat across from him at your Duke's side in the meeting that saw you betrothed. He knew he wanted you. He'd have you.

And now he has you: here, alone on this planet all his own, in his home, his wife. By all accounts his hold on your leash should feel like enough, but he wants you, not your duty. He has your body, perhaps, but that sweet satisfaction of ownership still evades him when he is with you. Your curt responses and distant demeanor ignite a fire within him, a desire to break through your stoic exterior, to make you feel even an ounce of what he does in your presence.

Feyd-Rautha, having no luck in his search, begrudgingly decides to retire to your shared chambers, and lie in wait. He spins on his heel, pacing back with a grimace. You cannot hide forever. The na-Baron shoves the double doors apart, and the sight turns his sour face devious. There his wife sits, so pretty on the chaise lounge.

"Princess? It's not often I find you waiting for me. Are you eager to spend the night in my arms again?"

And now his princess is turning to look up at him-

Tch. Such a disappointing face. Surely his princess does not truly feel nothing for him. He'll drag the passion out of her, one way or another.