Giedi Prime, 10185
Leonara Mohiam refused to relent in her pursuit. As she paced the confines of her room throughout the night, determination surged within her. She knew she had to try again, to breach the icy fortress that encased Feyd-Rautha's heart.
She reached into the closet and pulled out a dark dress, tight fitting and possibly suggestive. It was a new approach, and she hoped it would be the right one.
For the Reverend Mother, for the Bene Gesserit... for me? The idea of doing something simply for herself was a new concept, and fear tainted her thoughts.
But along with fear, resolve etched in her every step, she embarked on her quest, determined to uncover the depths of the man hidden beneath his cold exterior. Recollections of their previous encounters fueled her determination, igniting a fervent desire to unravel the different layers to her betrothed, Feyd-Rautha.
His room, an intimate reflection of her own, had posters hung up on every wall. Leonara stepped forward to inspect the man standing beside an ancient instrument dating back twenty thousand years, confirming he was certainly not a Harkonnen, which was evident in the white hair that was piled on his tanned head. She recognized the instrument as a Piano.
Why would he have this in his room?
As she stood amidst the echoes of her own thoughts, a voice pierced the silence, sending shivers down her spine.
"What are you doing in my room?" She didn't show signs of acknowledgement. She felt him draw closer to her, and after a moment, she broke the silence.
"You like classical music?" she inquired, her voice a soft melody that danced upon the air. She turned around.
The blush that adorned his pale features did not escape her notice, stirring a warmth within her own heart.
He seems much more expressive now.
"It's very different from the music we have here, on Giedi Prime," he remarked, his eyes tracing the curves of her form with an intensity that sent her pulse racing.
She hummed, looking back at the paintings, "I can tell."
With each step he took, drawing closer to her, the air crackled with a palpable tension, thick with longing and unspoken desires. She found herself entranced by the sight of him, realizing he was shirtless and vulnerable, his proximity stirring a hunger within her that she dared not acknowledge.
As she studied the portraits adorning his walls, she couldn't help but marvel at the complexity of the man before her. The juxtaposition of his fierce reputation with his tender appreciation for classical music struck a chord within her, eliciting a soft laugh that filled the room with its warmth. The sight of a smile tugging on his lips as well, however faint, left her yearning to see it in it's full glory. His lips, tempting and inviting, held the promise of a passion waiting to be unleashed.
If he was comfortable enough to do as much as smile around her... Her mind flashed back to the last time he pushed her away; she had mentioned him being the product of the Baron.
"You're afraid of your uncle," she observed, her voice a gentle caress that pierced through the veil of his defenses. Though his smile faltered, replaced by a mask of stoicism, she refused to relent, her unwavering gaze daring him to confront the demons that haunted him.
In that fleeting moment, as their eyes locked in silent communion, she glimpsed the flicker of vulnerability that lay hidden beneath his facade.
"I am not."
"Do not lie to a Bene Gesserit," she whispered gently, observing his struggle to decipher her intentions while maintaining her own composed demeanor. His eyes shimmered with uncertainty and reproach as he hesitated to speak.
"It's alright, you can confide in me," she reassured, her hand reaching out to rest upon his arm, drawing upon her training from the ChapterHouse. "I'm here to listen."
Before he could respond, a sudden interruption shattered the moment. "Feyd-Rautha, your uncle calls for you," a voice broke in, causing Leonara to inwardly curse her luck.
Must fate conspire against me at every turn?
The Na-baron's gaze hardened, a barrier rising around his emotions once more. Leonara felt her heart sank as she watched him depart, weighed down by a sense of melancholy.
She stepped out of the room, a feeling of fulfillment and disappointment whirling together to create a strange combination.
I have nearly got him, she thought, listening to her heels clack through the empty corridor.
She left the palace, seeking the nearest Heighliner.
"Lady Leonara," a man said, bowing his head.
"I wish to send a message to the ChapterHouse. To Gaius Helen Mohiam."
"Of course My lady, what would you like to send?"
"Tell her he is hard to crack, but it is working. I have nearly been successful."
"Of course, is that all?"
She paused, wondering what else she could say. She then smiled faintly, "I would also like to request a Piano. And a book full of ancient musical compositions."
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