"Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here
Even if it takes all night or a hundred years
Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near
Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear
Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Hello, welcome home"
Giedi Prime, 10191
Leonara walked along the walls, her blades strapped on her back, a second away from reach. She walked with the stealth of a stalker, carefully treading on the stone floor. She was a predator roaming the halls of a palace, a wolf in sheeps clothing. She should've had a warning sign strapped onto her, saying, "Danger–approach and handle with extreme caution."
She felt fragile yet strong, confused yet determined.
Leonara's heightened sense of hearing caught a faint clashing of swords, the sound of metal against metal. Leonara followed the noise, a feeling close to curiosity filling her. Peeking over a doorframe, she saw the training centre.
She had never been to this one specifically, her training quarters were private, nestled somewhere in the east wing of the palace to keep the Harkonnen's secret weapon a secret.
The source of the noise came from the middle of the room, where there was a fighting mat.
Two men were fighting in the middle, their swords glinting in the dimly lit chamber, their movements fluid and precise.
The two were shirtless, and one of them immediately caught Leonara's attention. Something akin to familiarity filled her at the sight of him. Sweat glistened on his toned muscles and a face carved from stone.
She couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of this man, and spark of feeling that wasn't anger or hatred ignited in her chest for the first time in weeks. A small spark that extinguished as quickly as it had come, leaving her feeling more empty than ever.
She knew the man, not personally, obviously, but she knew who he was.
He was Feyd Rautha Harkonnen, the Baron's youngest nephew. She remembered he had briefly mentioned his nephew, stating his ferociousness as a warrior. He certainly lived up to his uncle's praise,
She stayed silent, observing their dance from the shadowy corner of the room. He seemed to be playing with the man in front of him, smirking playfully and dodging the attacks.
In contrast, the man in front of him was terrified–determined, despite his obvious proficiency as a warrior shown in the smooth arcs of his attacks.
He was going against the formidable Feyd Rautha, after all.
Leonara immediately recognized what Feyd Rautha was doing. It was a technique Tatiana had warned Leonara about, a key reason for Leonara to banish any fear, to not feel anything other than anger in the first place.
Feyd Rautha was taunting the man, putting on an unbeatable bravado. To inflict fear on the opponent. To inflict doubt. The man then becomes desperate, his attacks becoming sloppy. And then, Feyd Rautha would attack during the holes in the opponent's defenses.
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