"Feyd?" Khala whispered, her words barely recognizable over the cloth covering her mouth, her eyes alight with fright. She saw his sillhouette against the doorframe.
Khala didn't remember anything as to how she got where she was, strapped onto a chair with leather bindings, mouth gagged.
The last thing Khala remembered was being captured by the Harkonnens the previous night.
Feyd's eyes bore into Khala's, his expression unreadable as he took in her helpless form. There was a flicker of something in his gaze—perhaps recognition, or maybe something darker—but it was gone in an instant, replaced by the cold, steely resolve that Khala knew all too well.
He stepped forward, his movements deliberate as he circled around her chair, his eyes never leaving her face. Khala's heart pounded in her chest as she watched him, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty.
"Feyd, please," she pleaded, the words muffled by the gag that held her tongue prisoner. She struggled against her bindings, but they held firm, cutting into her wrists with painful insistence.
For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the soft sound of Feyd's footsteps against the stone floor. Then, without warning, he reached for the dagger at his belt, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light of the chamber.
His eyes were bright red, nothing close to the blue she knew six years ago, "Feyd!" She cried, tears slipping out her face.
Khala's eyes widened in terror as she watched him approach, her heart hammering in her chest as she braced herself for the inevitable. She tried to speak, to plead for mercy, but the gag choked off her words, leaving her helpless and defenseless before her captor.
With a swift, decisive motion, Feyd raised the dagger high above his head, the blade gleaming in the dim light as it arced towards Khala's chest. And in that moment, as the world spun around her in a dizzying blur, Khala knew that there was no escaping fate—not for her, and certainly not for the woman who had once dared to defy the mighty Na-Baron of House Harkonnen.
As Feyd's dagger descended towards her, Khala's mind became a tumultuous storm of memories and regrets. Each flash of recollection stabbed at her heart with the same intensity as the blade aimed at her chest. There was a twisted acceptance within her, a belief that this moment of peril was the cosmic retribution for her past sins.
The memories flooded her senses, overwhelming her with their bittersweet weight. She remembered stolen moments of intimacy, whispered words of love that once danced between them like fragile threads binding their souls together. Each memory was a dagger of its own, piercing her with the painful reminder of what she had lost.
"This necklace reminded me of you," his voice echoed in her mind, a ghostly whisper that sent shivers down her spine.
"The stars above could never shine as bright as you do," his words lingered in the air, a testament to the depth of his affection.
"I love you," the declaration reverberated within her, a poignant reminder of the love they had shared before it all came crashing down.
But now, as Feyd's dagger loomed ever closer, those tender moments felt like distant echoes of a past life. Khala's heart ached with the weight of her mistakes, with the knowledge that she had squandered the love of a man who had once held her heart in his hands.
She had shattered his heart. Now it was time for him to pierce hers.
Her heart ached with the weight of her guilt, each beat echoing the painful truth of her actions. She had left him, left him alone and humiliated in front of their families and allies. And now, as the blade descended towards her, she couldn't shake the feeling that this was her penance, her punishment for daring to defy the will of the Na-Baron.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. And though he couldn't hear her, she only hoped she could say those words to his face before he died.
But even as the dagger drew closer, even as the cold steel shimmered in the dim light of the chamber, Khala couldn't bring herself to hate Feyd. No matter how much she blamed herself for what had happened, no matter how deep her remorse ran, a part of her still loved him—a part of her still hoped that he would find it in his heart to forgive her, to show her mercy in her final moments.
But as the dagger pierced her flesh, as pain blossomed within her chest, Khala knew that there would be no redemption for her—not in this life, and perhaps not in the next. This was her punishment; this was the story of Khala—a tragic tale of love and betrayal, of heartache and despair, written in blood upon the sands of Arrakis.
This is my punishment: this is the story of Khala.
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