Giedi Prime, 10185
In the dimly lit chamber, Feyd-Rautha's voice cut through the silence like a chilling wind. "This is your new sanctuary," he murmured, his words tinged with an icy edge. Leonara's gaze traced his movements, longing for a hint of warmth in his demeanor. But his eyes, those elusive windows to his soul, evaded her, refusing to meet her gaze, "My room is next door, if you need me."
He seemed nervous, unable to keep his gaze straight. He quivered under her scrutiny.
With a tilt of her head, she ventured, "Thank you. And might I inquire about what I am able to do with these walls?"
"Anything you desire," he replied, his tone devoid of emotion, as if the words themselves were but hollow echoes in the caverns of his heart.
The vast expanse of the room stretched out before her, a cavernous void waiting to be filled with life. Yet, despite its grandeur, it felt suffocatingly empty, much like the void between them. A king-sized bed loomed in the shadows, its dark frame an ominous reminder of the secrets shrouding their union. A solitary closet stood sentinel, guarding its mysteries, while a lone bedside table whispered tales of untold nights.
As he turned to leave, a chill settled over her heart, a stark contrast to the warmth she had hoped to find in his presence. Watching him retreat, she felt the weight of uncertainty pressing down upon her, an invisible barrier separating them. With each step he took, her hopes dwindled, replaced by the daunting realization that cracking his icy facade would be no easy feat.
Is he truly afraid of me, now that he knows who I am?
And so, she stood alone in the vastness of their shared domain, her thoughts a tumultuous sea of longing and apprehension. For within the shadows of their betrothal lurked secrets untold, and beneath the surface of his stoic facade, a tempest of emotions raged, threatening to consume them both.
Concealed behind strong barriers, the heart becomes ice, said the OC bible. She only had to break them down.
...
Two days had passed, and Leonara had not heard or seen anything from her betrothed. Anxiety coiled tightly in her chest as she ventured out of her chamber, determined to seek him out.
I must get close to him, she thought. For her reverend mother.
She wouldn't admit that a small part of her yearned to just be with him.
The corridors of the palace seemed colder than usual, echoing with the hollow sound of her footsteps.
She passed the hallway she had met him the first time, and a small part of her dared to hope she might find him again today.
As she approached his chambers, a flicker of hope ignited within her, only to be extinguished as she found him standing before her, his demeanor as frigid as ever. She forced a smile, masking the turmoil that churned within her.
"Feyd-Rautha," she greeted him, her voice soft but filled with longing. He regarded her with a cool detachment, his gaze sweeping over her with icy indifference. For a brief moment, it seemed as though a spark of sadness kindled in his eyes, but it was gone in an instant, leaving only the chill of his indifference in its wake.
He was there, that man I met that night.
"Leonara," he replied, his tone flat and devoid of emotion.
She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat, steeling herself against the sting of rejection. Pressing on, she reached out to him, her hand trembling slightly as she dared to bridge the distance between them.
"I've been worried," she confessed, her voice tinged with a hint of desperation. "Why have you been so distant?"
His expression softened for the briefest of moments, a fleeting glimpse of the man she had once known. But just as quickly, his mask of indifference slipped back into place, veiling whatever emotions lay beneath.
"There are things that are happening," he replied curtly, his words like a sharp blade cutting through the fragile thread of her hopes. "You need not concern yourself."
Her heart sank at his dismissive words, a pang of hurt piercing her soul. But she refused to let him see the depth of her pain, straightening her spine as she met his gaze with a steely resolve.
Reverend Mother ordered me to get close to him, I will not fail.
"I am your betrothed," she reminded him, her voice steady despite the ache in her chest. It seemed like an echo of her anger that night she held a blade to his throat"You are supposed to tell me these things"
For a moment, it seemed as though he might relent. Something in his eyes changed.
"You are the Baron's nephew, I am a Bene Gesserit, we would be wonderful together," she pressed. The walls around his heart shut back down and a glimpse of the man she yearned for disappeared.
With a coldness that chilled her to the bone, he said, "This is merely a political arrangement."
He turned away, leaving her standing alone in the corridor, her heart heavy with the weight of what they could be.
Why did he shut down like that?
AN: I feel like I'm slowly losing his personality :sob:
By the way, this is six years before dune 2, so he is less uhm... savage than he was during that time. Also I'm not including his 'darlings'
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