#astraldestiny {paul}

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@astraldestiny grows impatient

He had been pacing in his cell ever since the battle of Arrakeen. His mind a catalogue of everything he'd lost- brother, planet, name, Barony, princess and even his Uncle's blood. He hoped whatever the little Atreides bitch did was slow. When he had tried in his own clumsy attempt to keel the Old Baron he'd chosen Zenobia, when administered in the right amount the pain could last for hours even days.

He stopped his agitated pacing when he saw him, the Atreides upstart. His body visibly tensed, ready and eager to fight. Great mother let me die fighting, he thought. Don't let me die on my knees.

"What do you want, Atreides?" He asked hissing out the words as if they were poison.

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@astraldestiny will know what a princess is worth

"I had hoped my lord would come to my chambers on our wedding night. Or were there other, more pressing matters you had to attend too?" She already knew the answer but wanted to see it on his face. He had spent the night as he spent every night with his little Fremen harlot, his blue eyed darling, Chani.

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@astraldestiny grows impatient

Feyd moved a piece across the Tablut board as he sat across from the Atreides heir. He had sought him out in secret during this great convention of the Landsraad. Though he could not explain why. If pressed he’d shrug and give no answer why except some sense of shared destiny. More than likely they would kill each other but there was a perverse comfort in that. Besides his Uncle hated the Atreides that alone made them an object of curiosity to the Harkonnen heir. 

“You know you’re not at all how I was expecting an Atreides to be,” He explained already displaying what would be a characteristic bluntness. “The way my brother and Uncle describe you people I always imagined you must be born with sticks up all your asses.”