#//At all costs keep your good name...Princess Irulan {Threads}

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There's a quiver of her lip as the Duke collapses to the ground, a pool of blood growing on the floor as Feyd mercilessly rips the dagger out of his chest. There's a gasp from the gathered, but there's no move to stop his incoming death- not that one would dare anyways.

The princess swallows thickly as she takes one last glance at the scene then forces herself to look away. Her father was safe- there'd be no other slaughter- not today anyways. But the throne was now going to belong to the victor through her hand in marriage. Mentally she'd been preparing herself for either champion, willing to sacrifice her "freedom" of wedlock to the Duke....but now....now her hand would belong to the killer that stood before them all.

Hours later, Irulan paces in one of the rooms still standing, hands nervously pressing together as she allowed herself a moment to actually feel- to worry and grieve her future, her present, and her past. Her head quickly whips around when the click of the door comes, watching as the Na-Baron steps in and it takes all the courage she can muster to give him a small bow.

"....Congratulations on your victory....I have yet to express my gratitude for stepping in place of my father for the challenge. You will....your risk will not be in vain and we will forever be indebted for your actions. I will forever be indebted to you." Irulan swallows once more, glancing up and down over his frame. "....Were you injured?"

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“ i thought this was what you wanted ? ” (( for irulan, from feyd! what if au where feyd and irulan were friends as children and he's always had a lil' crush on her/it's requited but politics mean they can't be together ))

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He'd managed to pull her away from prying eyes- a mischievous trick he'd always had a knack at getting away with- and as always, Irulan followed. Feyd Rautha was known to too many as ruthless. A bloodthirsty and merciless weapon used and trained by the Harkonnens. Most feared him, even her father as Feyd grew into the man he was today, but not her. Never her. Since meeting at the young age of six, the terrifying Na Baron was and always would be just Feyd. Her gentle, kind, smart, and funny Feyd. Her best friend. Her only friend. He was everything and more to her...so much more.

As they rounded the corner and tucked into their usual hiding spot the Princess laughed, which earned a silent hush from him, his fingers softly coming to her lips to keep her quiet as guards approached yet turned the other direction. Irulan's eyes stayed on them until they were out of view before finally looking at Feyd with a wide grin. Her grin wasn't met, instead his eyes remained locked on her features- as if he'd never bothered to look at the guards in the first place. Brows crease just slightly as she notices the way his breathing hitches and she's about to ask him if he was alright when suddenly his lips were on hers. Gentle, but making a point.

A point she'd always wish she'd had the courage to make.

Her lips slowly return the kiss, unable to ignore at the way her body melted and soared all at once. She couldn't help the way she fell into him just as she couldn't help the undeniable love she'd had for the Harkonnen ever since their childhood. A love that could never have been voiced, not when Feyd was not one of her options for marriage. He was not on the list of her father's political strategies.

At the swift thought of her father, Irulan just as quickly pulls away, but doesn't dare move away from him. Her head shakes at his words, heat flushing over her cheeks as she reaches and grabs his hands, clutching them tightly.

"I....I do....I do." His hands are brought to her lips, softly brushing them against his knuckles. "But...but I will be soon set to be married. My father will-" Her head shakes again, finally gathering the courage to look into his eyes. "No one...no one can know what we've done. This isn't- it can't- we can't. You are everything to me, Feyd Rautha, everything. And I cannot risk the consequences of what could come of this from others....even worse I cannot risk hurting you...I would never survive that. You cannot kiss me again, Feyd....please....it will only hurt us both."

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@impercre continued from x

Her hand never belonged to her. It would never be her choice for it would always be the choice of men around her. She'd never been under any sort illusion that the choice would be hers, despite all the novels she read growing up that would suggest otherwise. Even Feyd hadn't started off as her choice, nothing more than a potential suitor she feared. But their time together pulled at something inside of her, something she refused to acknowledge until her now husband nearly took his life.

She'd stepped up to save her father's life....and the Na Baron's, under extreme conditions. The former Duke would become Emperor, she would be his bride, and Feyd would live out the remainder of his days as an unofficial "prisoner" and serve the Emperor and render aid to any dealings with the people of Giedi Prime. The only unspoken "compromise" she and Paul had about the whole ordeal was that she'd get to see the man....and in doing so keep some privacy- until Paul would maybe deem it unfit.

Regardless, Irulan had never meant to cross that line. But she'd been so relieved to see him standing after the battle that she'd been swift to take his face in her hands and kiss him.

And ever since then their kisses expanded, new parts touched, until that one evening not too long ago where she'd given herself to him- given him the gift that should have been reserved for her husband- but was never asked for by him.

Her breath is quick as their bodies pressed against one another, desperate for him to take her. Green eyes close as her fingers trace up and down his arm as he held her, her breath hitching at his words and finally her eyes open, turning her head to look at him while her hands now come to hold his own face.

The Princess's throat tightens with emotion as she looks over Feyd's face, his dark eyes, and sturdy features. "I," she breathes out, her voice no more than a whisper. "....I do not want to be his wife any longer." It's all she can muster, for turning back on her word would take her father, Feyd, and her life most certainly.

So instead Irulan presses her body against his again, burying her head into his neck with a soft sound as she reaches between their legs to gently begin touching him. "....Take me."

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@impercre continued from x

There was no sense in lying, no sense in trying to cover up her truths- not when there was the start of an all out war impending over all of their heads. Conversations like these, were meaningless in the grand scheme of things- or so her father and the Bene Gesserit had always told her. Though this conversation is "meaningless" they still would have never dared to tell their truth. But the Princess was stubborn in that way....besides what good was there to lie?

"Things that frighten me," Irulan replies, her voice steady. "In this world it's nearly impossible to keep things pure and good. There's too much bloodshed, there are too many tears, too much greed, too much pain. But...but what I have heard...I once would have only thought fictions from books would be able to capture such cruelty. And I am terribly frightened your people are here." I'm frightened for my future is what she wants to say, but must he hear her sound so selfishly right now?

"And I do apologize for being so blunt, however....surely you can understand why I am. And why....why I have my own withheld oppositions to my father's attempted deals? "

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