@rauther : some cannot help being heroes.
her posture is as impeccable as her sharp wit— as the grand ballroom of the danbury estate was alive with the chatter of the ton, kate's focus was fixed solely on feyd-rautha. she, an anomaly in this world of glamorous splendor, finds refuge in the second anomaly in the room. (albeit, a darker-seeming anomaly compared to her societal pariah mantle.) meeting his gaze, unflinching, she nods once. "indeed, my lord." her tone remains cool and calculated, yet carrying an undercurrent of challenge. "but true heroism is not merely a matter of circumstance or destiny. it is a choice— a deliberate act of courage and integrity, even when the odds are insurmountable." taking a step closer to the male, her gown rustles softly against the polished floor, the light shimmering the intricate embroidery adorning it. "are heroes defined by their abilities or triumphs? or rather, by the strength of their character? the purity of their intentions?" it's in the darkest of times that true heroes emerge— those who stand firm not because they are compelled to, but because they rather chose to.
chin lifting slightly, a gesture of defiance and her unwavering confidence, she cocks an eyebrow. "so, lord harkonnen, do you believe yourself to be a hero by choice or by circumstance?"
