❝𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳.❞ You, an Atreides, the only daughter of Lady Jessica and Duke Leto are married to the violent bald Harkonnen.
I wrote all 20 + chapters of this in like three days so spelling...
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Harkonnen Keep, Late At Night
Honestly, that had been one of the best nights you'd ever had since— you thought, reeling through some memories, on your wobbly little way to your room as you snorted at the way Feyd had lifted you up, the corridor was heavily lit, an order from your husband probably, guards lining your way.
You always bid them goodnight, they didn't reply—
—well, the best night since you and Paul had snuck out of the Castle and spent a whole three hours in town before some old drunk farmer that had one tooth had mistaken you for a woman named Celeste, and Celeste was a woman of the night who'd stole his money and various other valuables before dipping after drugging him.
Paul had knocked his last tooth out, took you by the hand and ran with you until neither of you could go anymore, so out of breath and half blind from laugh tears you'd both tripped on the edge of the castles vineyard, both of you tangled up, squashing dozens of grapes, and Paul had—
"ha," You smiled, wiping your mouth on reflex, a 'mean it' smile.
With a moments hesitation, you changed direction.
🕊️
Your solar hummed to life, and sat on the antler chair, you typed in the access code, your wedding date. A pale, static glow of lightning blue flared up in a panel after you'd began to call him.
Very. Very long distance, which meant you had time to smooth your hair down again, swipe the little flecks of mascara under your eyes away and adjust Rautha's coat to ENSURE your brother didn't see you dressed like this.
FAILED
"What?" You squinted, broadcasting again.
FAILED
"So weird." Taking a closer look at the panel—everything was perfect. He should be in his room now, studying alone after training.
With a deep breath, shuffling on your chair, you did it again, "Where are you?"
Thirty seconds, you played with your fingers, lips licked, another twenty. Until—
The panel cleared instantly, you beamed, waving like some jackass, still tipsy. "Finally! Where was you? Spying on—."
something was wrong, your gut detonated, dropping right through your ass.
