Slowburn | Enemies to lovers | dark romance | false prophets | Space Opera | triangle | strong femme characters | eventual Romance | Eventual smut |
A desperate Baron.
A yearning Duke.
A woman who weaves destruction with an army of fire.
In the m...
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The planet of Giedi Prime. Homeworld of the Harkonnen's.
Feyd Rautha tilted his head back as another droplet of rain crept down his temple. The skies had threatened a storm for thirty days and thirty nights. Clouds billowed over the raging skies, poised to drown the world and pull the city into a flood.
Giedi Prime was known for its darkness. A mineral rich planet that had to be mined and raped deep into the core in order to produce anything worth using. The black soil was infertile and grew nothing but strife, even when nutrient rich blood had been poured over it, only pillars of rejected salt heaped upon the surface.
The Baron, Feyd's uncle, had always been the undisputed king of the harsh landscape. A magician that through order sent men into the mine fields and turned the acrid soil into mineral. It was the order of things, destroy that which does not serve and make it malleable. Turn children into men and teach them how to sow the sillage so that the bloodline may survive.
There were tales told of the Baron's proclivities. Tales that disturbed the other high houses, yet were hardly noted by the planets population. They told of a man that sipped upon chalices of blood, brought children to his chambers that were never seen again and slept upon the rafters in a cloak weaved of women's hair.
The Harkonnen's were not ones for embellished folklore. These stories were truth.
Feyd wiped the rain from his bare crown as the droplets sunk into the collar of his armor. Arachnids the size of horses darted under the temple and took shelter from the storm. When it poured on Giedi Prime, it disrupted the mine shafts. The whole planet would reek of salt and copper until the soil stilled again. Feyd opened his mouth as wide as it could manage and swallowed the scent of decay.
"Are you ready?" His brother asked.
Feyd looked Rabban over. He had grown too plump for his clothing from a lack of war. The spoils of not having to fight broadened his shoulders and pushed flesh from the collar of his armor. If he wasn't careful, the Baron would mistake him for a chunk of raw ham and that would be the end of that.
