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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Hawks horse skittered to a halt at the break of the southern peaks. Lan snorted, kicking up soot and micro metals from so many fallen planes. They both caught their breath as the palace spires rose above. It was a sight that conveyed more terror than hope.
Hawk knew something about hope, that it was merely danger repackaged. She also knew something about Feyd Rautha, he was more observant than most, which certainly made him dangerous.
There was no question in her mind that he would peek from the balcony and see a black horse planted against the night sky. However, the fear that he would descend the remaining Moritani onto her was also ever present. Hawk dropped the crimson shroud hood and let her hair move freely, hoping.
It took over an hour for any true movement to be made. Guards made their rounds along the fighting pit edges as servants dropped scraps and what appeared to be buckets of blood from the windows. Hawk waited through it all, hand on her sword.
Feyd moved onto the balcony, recognizable by his strong stature and protective vest. He gazed across the horizon and Hawk's heart momentarily ceased. He leveled his hands behind his back, head tilted, and she found it beating once more.
"I didn't come to fight," Hawk said, dropping from Lan and raising her hands as he approached up the peak. She recalled kicking him directly in the nose the last time they had climbed this hill together. There were no guards with him, no Harkonnen or Moritani. Only the blades on his back, the chaos in his grin.
Feyd eyed her carefully, and Hawk found both terror and beauty balanced in the glint of his irises. "You look better," he said.
"I am.. better," she said, stepping forward, "I am healed and I have seen. You and I both know there is no winning in the war that is to come unless we have an outside force. The Corrino's will descend, take the Galicine and destroy us all in the process."
Feyd chuckled, "You're about to proposition something that may get your head sawed off."
"He'll make you Baron," she said, "he fears you, he'll give you whatever you want."
Feyd's eyes flickered to her lack of collar. He moved closer, his chest to hers and thumb at the base of her throat. Hawk did not reach for her weapon, it seemed that hoping was all she could do in his presence.
"He upholds his promises," she said, "Trust him, trust me, we can leave this planet and be better for it."
Hoping, only got one so far. Feyd lifted his sabre and Hawk closed her eyes. Every fallacy that played out in her mind and told her she could kill him swept out from under her like a rug. It was no that she lacked the will, but her heart had deceived her entirely.
The blade came down, a snap, a clatter of metal against stone. Hawk opened her eyes to hear Lan running down the peak. Feyd had severed the reigns.
"Come inside," he said, pulling the shroud hood over her.
