#Important Features for Protecting Your Wealth

[shiugart]

Not said | Sylus

I'm in love with this man, and I wanted to introduce myself by writing something about him in the best way… fluffy and self-indulgent! I hope you enjoy the read, English is not my first language ;; Likes and respoted are aprecciates!

It was crazy...

Yes, crazy. Because... How did you go from repudiating and fearing the infamous leader of Onychinus... to... to this?

His soft hair shook as he rocked his face to the left, settling his sleeping form better into your bed. And, clearly, as the mature woman you are and not at all affected by his celestial beauty, you did not annihilate the voracious impulse to shake your legs and slide your fingers through his pretty grayish strands.

You sighed, feeling out of place in your own home. In your own bed! With the curtains closed, somehow trying to wipe most of brightness of Linkon's sun, that your... Ally? Buddy? Lover...?

Gosh, you weren't even sure about that...

Yes, definitely, crazy.

You couldn't even try to figure out Sylus. No matter how hard you tried to collect each piece of his complex puzzle... Most of the time you felt at a dead end.

You blame his pretty voice, his sharp but gentle features, the damn way he pronounced your name, and how he acted when it came to you. God, his damn treatment of you...! That started being so cold, almost spiteful, as if with his words and behavior he will "subtly" (because the bastard wasn't subtle at all!) demand that you remember something he didn't even bother to explain.

The memories in your mind were confusing, blurry and melancholic.

It was strange...

You did not remember exactly that mysterious past, and your "first" meeting was undoubtedly bitter... And now, much to your regret, is the moment where you most feel that your relationship with him wanders on a different astral plane! Completely unrelated!

Because... What the hell were you two?!

There was something implicit there, something mutual that, for better or worse, neither of you had dared to utter. Plus, he completely contradicted himself at times like these. Where the words become extinct, the walls collapse and only that soft perfume of vulnerability remains that surrounds both.

When the cold, calculating and demanding leader became a mirage, leaving only a man... just Sylus.

When he laughed at your antics, and his pretty eyes crinkled in tenderness. Or when he poured honey from his lips, calling you affectionate nicknames that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter. The stolen pettings, where his fingers lingered longer than they should along your hair, those times when his knuckles subtly traced your shoulders and the sides of your arms, or those moments where he let his fingers protectively around your waist.

Moments like these... Where without warning he arrived at your apartment, and took over your bed. If you had a nickel for every time his actions nearly gave you a heart attack, chances are your wealth would begin to rival his.

"Can't you sleep?" His hoarse, sleepy voice startles you, tearing you out of the limbo of your thoughts.

"How could I? It's past twelve." You complain, to which he hums, slowly opening his eyelids.

And there it is again.

Those damn eyes... Those eyes that looked at you as if you were the most important thing to him, with absolute adoration. Full of that affection that made your skin tingle and your knees weak. God, how come this man who initially acted like a demon... Did it end like this?

Overwhelmed, you decided to look away.

His large hand cupped your chin with a firm softness, encouraging you to return your gaze to him.

"Yeah? Is that why you haven't taken your eyes off me?"

Damn.

At this point, it should no longer surprise you that he'll notice those things... But damn! That didn't make it any less embarrassing.

He must have noticed your embarrassment, because his sly smile widened.

"You were looking at me with such intensity that I thought you were going to pierce my face, kitten."

"I-I don't...!" Excuses die out in your tongue, there is no use arguing. You push his hand away and sigh. "Just... I was just thinking."

That gets his attention. He rests his face on his bent arms, and you try hard to pretend that it is something as banal to other mortals as settling into bed, they make it look so perfect, so ethereal, like a muse out of a painting.

It was driving you crazy.

"Yeah? And what were you thinking, pretty?"

Once again, you have to do your best to put on your best poker face to disguise the effect that their disgustingly (wonderful, perfect, amazing) cloying nicknames have on you.

"Nothing in particular..." Your lie is evident, especially by how you avoid his gaze and nervously play with the bedsheets.

He hums, of course he doesn't believe you, in fact, you're sure he already gets the idea... But, as always, he gives you your space, followed with silent reverence the path you chose, and sticks to you with each of your decisions.

Instead, he pulls your arm and wraps it around you lazily, settling your face into his chest, barely hidden under a thin tank top. You can feel his nose on your hair, gently inhaling. Shame pulses through your bloodstream. 

"Sy-Sylus...?!"

"Just pretend I'm one of your plushies and try to get some sleep." Sylus pronounces, and you perceive how drowsiness quickly takes over him. There's nothing you can do, not when those strong arms have you happily captive in their embrace. You can only huff and resign. You listen carefully to the pulse of his heart, as erratic as ever, even when he is in this calm state.

The haze of your memories returns to you for an instant. The smell of sulfur and blood, your fingers on a sword and his voice encouraging you not to stop pressing the dagger... Or else, there would be no turning back.

Absently, your fingers outline where the scar should be, unaware of the effect your touch has on it. He shivers, one of his eyes opens and you feel how his gaze shines with intensity, while he holds your wrist firmly with his fingers.

"Kitten..." He warns, and you lower your hands quickly. He laughs, that rich tone, snuggling back into you.

Once again, a sigh leaves your lips. You imitate him, burying your face in his chest, delighting in the persistent rumble of his heart and the manly scent of his cologne.

Yes, there was a lot he hadn't said... But his actions were very clear. And that was enough, at least for now.

[imbecominggayer]

How To Write Character Motivation

This little (not-so-little) post is all about how to give your character a motivation for that goal all the while taking into account important things like the backstory, worldbuilding, themes, and such.

Keep in mind the fact that there are billions of different goals and connecting motivations so this advice is probably not applicable for everything :)

Again, these are just some tips. I am going to be assuming that you have some basic information about your character like what they want and where they come from :D

A) Questions, Questions, And More Questions

Take your character and ask them what their goal is. Then ask them "why?". Force them to answer. Then ask them different "why" questions based on what they answer!

For example: "Character A wants to kill the dragon"

Why? The dragon killed my family.

Why did the dragon kill your family? My father was a monster hunter who was upsetting the dragon's food resource.

Why did the dragon kill your other family members? My mom and my sister were collateral damage in the dragon's attack.

You can do this little exercise with any type of goal from crime, adventure, romance, to any other genre I haven't listed yet!

B) Deep Psychology

Now you have ask yourself, actually your character but you know, "what is this really about"?

What does this goal symbolize for this character?

Character A wants to kill the dragon because she believes it will end her own nightmares about the death of her parents. This is a thoughtless attempt to grieve without grieving.

Character B wants to steal a treasure of their home village because he believes that by gaining the financial rewards associated, he will be adored by his new community of outsiders. This is a desire for belonging.

You get the point. These goals aren't just about stealing your home's sacred treasure for wealth or killing a dragon for revenge. It's about universal desires we all share. To be loved, to be strong, to be great.

This is necessary because most people don't live in isolated villages housing secret treasures nor do they kill dragons. If you want your audience to connect with your character, the audience needs something universal to latch onto.

C) Themes And Misbelief

Most great stories feature a "misbelief" or mistaken assumption. This is the potentially fatal flaw of this character who believes something that is either not reflective of reality or will endanger something they care about.

Even if Character A kills the dragon ten times over, their family is gone. They can't kill their grief. They have to authentically work through it. Besides, I can't imagine how completely f#cked the food web would be if an apex predator like the dragon died.

If Character B used the sacred treasure to gain untold wealth they most likely would gain the acceptance and support of the "outsiders". But isn't it more important to protect the tradition. Their culture? Their people? It's a good thing to protect things that need to be protected!

These stories can either end as a cautionary tale, a lifeless happily ever after, and an impactful happy ever after depending on the character arc and ending of these characters.

If Character A and B "succeed" in their goals but this ruins their overall life, it's a cautionary tale.

If Character A and B succeed in their goals and they suffer no consequences for their mistaken belief, it's a lifeless victory.

If Character A and B choose different goals as a result of a character arc then they will succeed and reach a true happily ever after.

[fortheloveof--sebastian]

Recompense

Part One

Summary: After marrying, you think you’ve put your past behind you. But when none other than Sebastian Sallow appears, you’re thrust right back into the dangers of ancient magic and an increasingly complicated entanglement with both Sebastian and Ominis.

Pairings: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC x Ominis

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: MDNI, it will get dark and angsty and smutty

A/N: I dedicate this first chapter to @rambling-tam for listening to me talk about Sebastian and inspiring me to write the first few chapters of this fic. I really wanted to delve more into what Sebastian’s trial and his adult relationships with Ominis and MC might look like. It’s dual timelines, so stay with me

June 1903, England

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?”

One hand on the doorknob, Ominis Gaunt hovers in the threshold of your home. Outside, it’s raining gently. It’s adorable, the way his aristocratic features furrow with concern. A surge of affection crashes over you at the sight, leading you to cross the kitchen to his side and squeeze his arm.

“It’s only a week,” you assure him, grateful that he can’t read the sadness in your face, “I think I can manage until then.”

“It wasn’t my plan to leave so soon after —”

“I know,” you interrupt, saving him the trouble. You rock up on your toes and kiss his cheek. He smells wonderful, like aftershave and pine and the tobacco from his pipe.

Your heart pangs at the thought of him leaving, but you know that you must disguise your disappointment. Ominis had been called away for work regarding an urgent matter, an important one, one that — you remind yourself — he needs to tend. If you show the slightest hint of hesitance, he’ll stay, and you can’t be the reason to keep him from his responsibilities.

Ominis covers your hand with his own. “Need I remind you to make your safety a priority?”

“I shall do my best,” you vow.

“I do not want to explain to the authorities that my wife has perished under mysterious circumstances. They always suspect the husband, you know.”

You grin despite yourself. “I’m aware.”

“Very well then.” A beat passes. When Ominis does speak again, his voice has abandoned its jesting tone, wrought with emotion. “I’ll miss you. Terribly. To think, I had you all to myself for a whole month and now…”

He trails off, throat bobbing. It’s nearly enough for you to snatch him back inside, try and conceal the unburdened bliss from your honeymoon. But, you suppress this urge, difficult as it may be.

You hug him again, fiercely, then step back to fix his suit.

Not unsurprisingly, Ominis looks incredibly debonair, even in his traveling attire, an echo of a past life. Secretly, you fear that he struggles with shedding his wealth and his proper upbringing, that he will no longer find your modest house charming and that he will regret giving it up to be with you. But, then again, when he looks at you like this — heartbreakingly vulnerable, reminiscent of the young boy who suffered at the hands of that family — you feel silly for ever doubting him.

“I love you,” Ominis says finally. He steps onto the covered porch, crushing his hat down over his crown of golden hair.

“I love you.” Even though he can’t see it, you make a shooing motion with your arms. “I shall stay alive to save you from any unsavory accusations by the police. Now go, lest you miss your train!”

There’s a Ministry issued carriage at the edge of your drive waiting for him. You stand on the porch where he had just been moments ago and watch his retreating form. He runs to avoid the brunt of the rain, then folds himself into the carriage. Ominis’ face appears in the window shortly after, and you wave at him until he disappears out of sight down the road.

Then the bravery you’ve upheld for him slips as you turn back to your now empty house.

It’s not that you’re afraid to be alone. Merlin knows that you’ve proved your capabilities over and over again. And there’s little to worry about with all of the protective wards you’ve placed.

Rather, you’re worried about what will happen when you wake from your nightmares, crying and thrashing, and Ominis isn’t there to soothe you. Nothing can subside your fears like his arms around you, lips pressed to your temple and telling you that he’s there with you.

Blinking away tears, you wrap your shawl tighter around your shoulders and set to distracting yourself.

The first day is quite easy. It’s the weekend, so you’re not required to work, and since it’s raining you’ve elected to stay inside and read, curled up in Ominis’ favorite chair. By the time the owl arrives, delivering a message from your husband that he’s arrived safely, you can’t believe that night has already fallen.

In his letter, Ominis laments about the chatty neighbor on his train ride and that he misses your company. You read over it twice, desperate for any part of him, as you dress into your nightgown and let your hair down for bed.

Once you’ve all but memorized his perfect script, you sit down at your vanity and pen back a response. The owl hops closer to you expectantly. It’s not one that you recognize, probably Ministry issued like the carriage, but you give it a quick scratch under the chin before tying the message around its ankle.

A cold wind whips around you as you stand at your bedroom window and admire the moonlight on the tawny owl’s wings as it soars over the darkened countryside.

You almost don’t notice the strange prickling sensation that breaks out over your skin, not belonging to the chill of nighttime. When you bring your awareness to it, you realize that it feels as if something, or someone, is staring at you.

“Lumos,” you mutter, finding your wand.

The spell illuminates the immediate area beneath your window and the small garden that Ominis keeps, revealing nothing but a startled rabbit that bolts back into the line of trees surrounding your property. You peer into the shadows. Would you be able to tell if someone was out there, watching you at this very moment?

The thought of unknown eyes sends a shudder down your spine, and prompts you to throw one arm protectively over your breasts while throwing the window, and curtains, closed with the other.

No one was watching you. You were just being paranoid.

Right?

It had been over a decade since you’ve had to seriously fear for your life, hunted by malicious wizards and goblins. But as you settle into bed, pulling the covers up with shaking hands, you can’t help but remember the one person who still had unfinished business with you — except he was squared away in a fortified prison.

His name enters your mind unbidden, a shadow slipping beneath the crack of a closed door.

Sebastian.

It strikes you like an arrow.

All those years ago, when you were just a child, you had testified against Sebastian in the trial for his uncle’s murder. Ominis had been the one to turn him in, convincing you afterwards to testify. Ominis swore it was the right decision. Sebastian had let his obsession with curing Anne, with the Dark Arts, consume him and it was better to send him away before it turned him into something he was not.

Sleep evades you. You stare up at the ceiling and listen to the chorus of insects outside, relishing the break in the rain.

The benefit of hindsight, of age, made you wonder if perhaps Ominis had just been trying to hide away his problems the way his family taught him. Out of sight, out of mind. Which wasn’t to say that Ominis decided what he did out of hate — he loved Sebastian, perhaps at a similar depth that you did.

The three of you were, after all, irrevocably entangled, body and soul, until you could scarcely tell where you started and they ended.

And yet…you still sent Sebastian to that place.

Even if you didn’t turn him in, it was partially your testimony that put the final nail in the coffin.

When sleep finally does claim you, there’s a trail of fresh tears on your cheeks.

June 1981, Hogwarts

“They’re looking for you. They think you’re still on the grounds,” you say in way of greeting. You wiggle out of your cloak, magicking it away before turning to face the Room of Requirements.

The empty room.

Panic strikes like a hot iron pressed against your skin. You venture forward. “Hello?”

“Master Sallow is in the vivarium,” Deek answers, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. He regards you nervously. The house elf does not approve of you harboring, well, a fugitive, but he’s fallen victim to Sebastian’s charm and won’t say anything outright about it.

You wish that others felt similarly about him.

Thanking Deek, you make your way to the vivarium and blink against the gloom, waiting for your eyes to adjust. It takes several sweeps of the marsh to find him. Sebastian is perched atop one side of the thestral pen, sitting perfectly still and watching the horse-like creatures graze. When he spots you, there’s a faint ripple of happiness on his otherwise stoic face.

“I was looking for you,” you tell him.

In the slants of watery sunlight through the willow trees, you catch a fleeting glimpse of the mischievous boy you knew from before. “You found me.”

Not wanting to disrupt this moment, you decide to wait to tell him news of the investigation, instead slinging your leg over the fence and sitting beside him. It’s maddening, being so close to him, pinkies touching, this boy that’s completely enchanted you.

“They’re peacefully, aren’t they?” You ask.

The thestrals, while emaciated and macabre, move with elegance. At your arrival, a few lift their heads and blink at you with milky white eyes.

“Very.” Sebastian’s throat works as he swallows. “People are wrong to be afraid of them.”

“They’re misunderstood,” you say.

Sebastian glances at you. His dark eyes search yours. “They’re still looking for me, aren’t they?”

“They suspect you’re still on the grounds.”

“I should leave,” he says suddenly, “if they find me, they’re going to accuse you of —”

You interrupt, “You’re not going anywhere.”

“I’ve already put you through enough.” Sebastian grabs your hand, not in a gesture of comfort but desperation. “Please. If there’s anything I can do to lessen your involvement in my mistakes. They’re mine to carry, Sassenach. Not yours.”

You squeeze his hand back. “Stay. I beg you.”

There’s a moment of charged tension between you before Sebastian finally relents, bringing your hand to his mouth. His warm breath fans over your skin, eliciting goosebumps. Sebastian kisses your knuckles. "I will, for you.”

[multiversewatchpost]

the mtt nation council has decided that every member needs to have a mtt vs mtt idea. time to pay up, council member multiversewatchpost........

Mtt but they're deities.

They're commonly depicted alongside eachother and feature a lot in eachothers myths, seeing their omens together is considered to be a warning of coming misfortune and disaster.

Horror is the one you pray too when you go on a hunt, when you are seeking to trap and ensnare your pray. The one you turn to when you beg for full fields and forests. He is the one you go to for guidance when your loved ones fall ill, when you have to protect and protect and protect and you are supposed to provide and shield and yet cannot find the strength. He is the one you pray to when famine strikes the lands, the one you beg for forgiveness, you do not know what you may have done to anger him but you know the widespread hunger is your fault. If only you hadn't displeased your God. This is your punishment. And everyone you hold dear will suffer with you.

Offerings made to him are most commonly food items. Grains or vegetables or fruits. Do not try to offer him meat, he wont accept it. Hates being offered life sacrifices. Will for some unknown reason accept eyes despite his aversion to being offered any other body parts.

Very strongly associated with spiders. His priests and most devout tend to purposefully blind themselves in one eye. Some consider this an outdated practice.

Dust is fickle and unpredictable. No sane person would pray to him as their patron deity. He is just as likely to turn on his followers as he is on their enemies. Fast to anger and hard to placate. Unfortunately, his few followers don't seem to get that memo, they are almost fanatical in their worship. Maybe it's because of what he offers, power, magic, it is he who the desperate turn to, those who have nothing left to lose. Those either lost in power or powerlessness. Those who either need or want more, wether it is because they do not see any other way or because they cannot fathom ever having enough. It is said that he curses those who cross him with incurable madness.

Common offerings include blood, flowers, and items with important sentimental value. Offerings are usually burned. Will accept life sacrifices in certain circumstances but it is risky to try.

Mainly know for his connection to magic, but is also occasionally prayed too for other kinds of power such as material wealth. Very easy to piss of. Followers sometimes claim to hear his voice speaking to them and see 'signs' he sends which are invisible to anyone else. It is widely debated if this is real or the result of the mental degradation a lot of his followers seem to eventually face. Mainly associated with mice but also occasionally robins or magpies.

Finally killer, the one that remains hidden in the shadows, decay itself, his presence clings to his followers, the world around them seems more dull, lifeless and dark. He is the one assassins follow, the one thieves beg for concealment, the one that victims pray too, not for freedom or safety but for vengeance. The stench of rot seems to cling to his favored disciples, their enemies die from mysterious illnesses or are plagued with pests.

He is pretty much exclusively given life offerings. Some tabboos acts, mainly cannibalism are commonly committed in his name. Will also accept roses or deaths in a more metaphorical sense such as the death of a dream or passion.

Is closely associated with animals such as rats, mosquitoes and pigeons. Just, any 'pest' really. Mostly rats tho. Also very strongly associated with disease. Is associated with the night and shadows but that is more of a recent thing, older disciples of his will scoff at you for such a thing.

Or did you mean mtt vs mtt as in mtt fighting eachother-

.....in that case I'm sorry but my idea doesn't include that.....you can make their followers fight or smth....maybe in some of the mythology they fight idk...

(Psssst, people reading this, there is now even more of this au on my blog under #moths mythology au tag)

[astra-ravana]

The Magick of Spiders

Spider Totem

Spiders are very delicate creatures that play an important role in the myths and legends of many peoples as the teacher of balance between past and future, the physical and spiritual. To the Native Americans, Spider is Grandmother, the link to past and future.

With its gentle strength, the spider spins together the threads of life with intricate webs. The spider shows that the past affects the future and vice versa. It tells us to make use of our creativity and weave our dreams imto destiny.

For many Native Americans "Spider Woman" stories are important creation mythologies. One of the common features of those are wisdom symbolized with spiders' webs (she taught humans how to weave). Also generally accepted are the ideas that her thread connects the human world and the world of the spirits or the "above world and the below world". The Spider also weaves the relationships of the Web of Life and all beings.

Spider Symbolism

Web of life: The spider reminds us that all paths are connected. You are on the right path because all paths lead to the same place. The spider's 8 legs represent infinite possibility, the gifts of the web of life. Be patient, accept life's trials; you are on the right path.

Eight/infinity: Neverending possibilities, abundance, balance, control, creating your reality.

Keywords: Creativity, feminine power, patience, persistence, emotional awareness, strategy, wealth, attraction

Meanings: Spiritual transformation, evolution, being present, protection, alignment, manifestation, you are the creator of your own destiny

Shadow side: Vampirism, calculating, manipulation, venomous thoughts, ensnarement

Associated crystals: Labradorite, kambaba jasper, obsidian, epidote, howlite

Associated herbs: Spider plant, spider lily, aconite, sunflower, foxglove, fern, ivy, vervain

Seeing a spider is usually a lucky sign, most often associated with creativity, money, and protection. "If you wish to thrive, let the spider go alive." Conversely, money will be lost if the spider dies.

Spider Sightings

Garden Spider: Garden spiders are bold, bright, and beautiful and similarly their spiritual meaning carries a message of confidence and courage, with a dash of charisma as well. Don't be afraid to be seen in your full, authentic glory, even if it catches some by surprise.

Black Widow: Seeing a black widow spider can carry spiritual significance related to the power of persistence and transformation. Ancient wisdom instructs us to look towards this spider for motivation, reminding of the power of our shadow, that no matter what life throws at us, we can persist, adapt and integrate. Through these teachings wa can connect to our darker, feminine aspects, and gain strength of spirit to move on despite hardships and difficulties.

Wolf Spider: The spiritual meaning of the wolf spider insists that we pursue our objectives now. Now is the right moment, so it is best to take action using all of your creative abilities. Wolf spider also assures us we will be successful, regardless of how obtainable the goal may seem. Do your diligence and strike when you see your opportunity.

Daddy Long Legs: Daddy long legs remind us to keep balance in our lives and be patient. They show us the beauty of moving through life with grace, encouraging us to stay connected with our world. Their presence is a gentle nudge to slow down, observe, and find harmony in our busy lives.

Jumping Spider: Embrace their agility and adaptability to navigate life’s twists. Channel patience as you manifest your dreams. Let their courage fill you with boldness, and their ingenuity spark your creativity. Stay curious, explore new horizons, and strive for balance and precision in all you do. Let these tiny, spirited arachnids remind you of the vast potential that lies within your own leaps of faith.

"In the beginning there was the dark purple light at the dawn of being. Spider Woman spun a line to form East, West, North, and South. Breath entered man at the time of the yellow light. At the time of the red light, man faced his creator. Spider Woman used the clay of the earth to create people. To each she attached a thread of her web which came from the doorway at the top of her head. This thread was the gift of creative wisdom. "

[shiorihyugawrites]

Diamond Of The First Water

In the aftermath of war, Paradis finds itself in need of powerful alliances. When Emperor Armand of Valoria offers his military aid in exchange for the hand of his daughter, Princess Solina, in marriage, Captain Levi Ackerman is thrust into an engagement that begins as a political strategy but soon becomes something much deeper.

Princess Solina, sheltered from the world and unaware of the realities of love and war, finds herself drawn to Levi—the man known as Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. As they navigate royal customs, public expectations, and the growing threat of Marley, the bond between them deepens into a genuine connection.

But neither Solina nor Levi are prepared for the challenges of a political marriage, the weight of intimacy, and the secrets that lie beneath the surface. As Solina enters a new life with Levi, her naivety is tested, and Levi faces a battle unlike any he’s fought before—the fight to protect his heart.

Can their love flourish in the midst of war, duty, and danger? Or will the forces conspiring against them tear them apart before they can find peace? (Levi x OC)

Chapter Five

The Azumabito ship, a grand vessel representing the technological sophistication and wealth of Hizuru, glided slowly into the harbor of Valoria's capital. The city unfolded before the eyes of the Paradis delegation—Levi, Hange, Armin, and Jean—in breathtaking splendor. None of them had ever seen anything quite like it. The harbor itself was bustling with activity, with ships of various sizes and origins anchored, unloading their goods and passengers.

As the ship approached closer, the massive and stunning architecture of the city became evident. The capital was encircled by high stone walls, much like the ones back in Paradis, but these were adorned with ornate carvings depicting historical battles and the empire's victories. The cityscape was a vibrant tapestry of colorful buildings, ranging from humble clay-roofed homes to magnificent structures with gilded domes and towering spires. Waterways meandered through the city like veins, with numerous bridges arching over them, connecting the different districts together. The most striking feature was the Imperial Royal Palace, situated on a slightly elevated island at the center of the city, connected to the mainland by a series of bridges. Its towers soared into the sky, topped with golden roofs that caught the sunlight, making the palace shimmer against the backdrop of distant mountains.

On board, some of the Azumabito crew were giving the scouts last-minute instructions on how to act around the Valorian royal family, especially the Emperor. "Remember, always bow your head slightly when addressed by a member of the royal family, but do not avert your gaze completely," one of the crew members instructed, demonstrating the subtle yet respectful bow. "It's important to show respect without appearing submissive. The Emperor values strength."

Levi, Hange, Armin, and Jean were dressed in their formal military attire, the wings of freedom insignia prominently displayed, which added a layer of solemnity and purpose to their mission. Each of them absorbed the instructions with their usual seriousness, understanding the importance of diplomacy in this mission.

As the ship docked, they could see the Valorian soldiers lined up in formation, a small delegation waiting to receive them. The soldiers wore uniforms that were a stark contrast to those of the scouts, with deep blue coats and golden epaulets, their posture rigid and faces impassive. The delegation consisted of a few high-ranking officials, each adorned in lavish garments that spoke of wealth and power, their expressions politely neutral.

Stepping off the ship, Levi led the group, his eyes scanning the surroundings with the sharpness typical of a seasoned soldier. Hange's gaze was drawn to the architectural beauty around them, her mind already whirring with questions about Valoria's history and culture. Armin, ever the strategist, noted the layout of the city and its defenses, while Jean seemed slightly overwhelmed by the grandeur of it all.

The Valorian officials approached, one of them stepping forward with a courteous smile. "Welcome to Valoria, representatives of Paradis. I am Chancellor Benedict, advisor to His Majesty. We are honored to host you and look forward to fruitful discussions." His voice was smooth, his Common tongue accented but clear.

After the initial greetings and exchanges of pleasantries, Chancellor Benedict gestured towards a line of carriages waiting nearby. "Please, allow us to escort you to the Imperial Royal Palace. The Emperor and Princess Solina eagerly await your arrival."

As they followed Chancellor Benedict to the carriages, the scouts took one last look around. The harbor was alive with the sounds of commerce and chatter, the air filled with the scents of the sea and the city. Above them, the flags of Valoria fluttered in the breeze, a reminder of the power and pride of this vast empire they were about to engage with.

Levi’s mind, however, was elsewhere, focused on the impending meeting with the Emperor and Princess Solina. This is more than just a diplomatic mission, he thought, it’s a chess game, and every move counts.

The carriage ride through the heart of Valoria was a spectacle in itself, with each turn and curve of the city roads offering a new vista of architectural marvels and bustling city life. The rhythmic clip-clop of the horses' hooves on cobblestones provided a steady backdrop to Hange's enthusiastic chatter. She leaned from one window to the other, her eyes wide with wonder, absorbing every detail she could.

"This is incredible, isn't it?" Hange exclaimed, turning to Jean and Armin with a grin. "The architecture, the culture—it's all so different from what we've seen on Paradis! Oh, I wish I had brought a notebook. There's so much to learn and document!"

Armin shared her excitement, his eyes taking in the elegant design of the buildings and the organization of the city. "The layout is strategic, likely designed with defense in mind but also for aesthetics. It’s fascinating to see how their priorities are reflected in the city's structure," he mused, peering out the window at the passing scenery.

Jean nodded, equally impressed. "Yeah, and everyone seems... calm here. It's so different from the constant threat of Titans we grew up with."

Meanwhile, Levi sat silently, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery but his mind elsewhere. He was dressed impeccably in his formal military attire, but the crisp uniform did nothing to ease his tension. Levi's thoughts were consumed with the upcoming meeting with the Emperor and Princess Solina, his "fiancée." Despite Hange's excitement and the others' fascination with the city, Levi felt a knot of apprehension.

Princess Solina... the name echoed in his head. All he knew of her was the brief description provided by Kiyomi Azumabito. A shy, musically talented redhead with green eyes, reputed to be one of the most beautiful women in the world. But what lay beyond those superficial descriptions? What kind of person was she, really? How would she react to him—a battle-hardened soldier from a distant island?

Levi’s concerns weren’t just about their personal interaction; the political implications were significant. This marriage wasn't a simple union; it was a strategic alliance that could affect the future of Paradis. The weight of that responsibility was not lost on him, and it manifested as a relentless pressure that tightened around his chest.

Hange, oblivious to Levi's internal turmoil, continued to buzz with energy, her voice filling the carriage. "Imagine the technological advancements they must have here, Levi! The potential for exchange is immense! We could learn so much—"

Levi shifted slightly, his patience wearing thin not with the journey but with the uncertainty of his situation. "Hange," he interrupted, his voice low and steady, "focus. We’re not here on a field trip. Remember what’s at stake."

Hange paused, her expression sobering as she regarded Levi. She nodded, understanding the gravity of his tone. "Right, of course. I'm just... trying not to think about all the formalities."

Armin interjected, trying to lighten the mood, "It's good to see the possibilities, Hange. But Levi's right. We need to be prepared for the discussions ahead."

As the carriage approached the Imperial Royal Palace, the grandeur of Valoria's seat of power came into full view. The carriage’s arrival heralded by the sound of ceremonial trumpets. As the scouts stepped down onto the cobblestone pavement, their eyes were drawn upward in unison to the architectural marvel before them.

The palace, a symphony of ornate design and breathtaking elegance, rose majestically against the backdrop of clear skies. Towering spires, topped with gilded finials, pierced the heavens, each one intricately adorned with sculptures of angels and mythical creatures that seemed to guard the palace. The main structure spread out like a behemoth of culture and power, its numerous balconies and grand windows framed with golden trims that caught the light of the sun, scattering rays in every direction.

The façade was a masterful display of Baroque architecture, with countless columns and arches that created a rhythm of shadows and light across the marble exterior. Statues of previous emperors and revered figures in Valorian history lined the path leading to the main entrance, each one carved from white marble and set upon high pedestals, giving the impression of watching over the proceedings below.

The palace’s reflection shimmered on the surface of a vast, serene lake that bordered its front. Graceful bridges arched over the water, connecting the palace to the beautifully manicured gardens that surrounded it. In the center of the lake, a fountain soared, water cascading from it in a dazzling display, catching the sunlight and casting rainbows into the air.

As they approached the towering main doors with Chancellor Benedict, the scouts were met by a contingent of palace guards, their uniforms immaculate and their expressions stern. The guards bowed slightly, a gesture of respect but also a reminder of the strict protocols that governed the palace.

The group was quickly ushered inside, passing through the massive doors carved with scenes of Valoria’s founding. The interior was no less impressive than the exterior. The entrance hall was vast, with ceilings that soared high above, painted with frescoes that depicted the Valorian landscape and its myths. Chandeliers, massive and wrought from gold and crystal, hung from the ceiling, casting soft light throughout the hall.

Levi, despite his usual composure, could not help but feel a sense of awe at the opulence that surrounded him. Hange’s eyes darted everywhere, taking in every detail with an insatiable curiosity. Armin's interest was caught by the historical depictions in the artwork, while Jean seemed momentarily overwhelmed by the grandeur of it all.

Chancellor Benedict, led them through several ornate corridors, each one more lavish than the last. The sound of their footsteps echoed softly on the marble floors, and the air was filled with the subtle scent of exotic flowers, brought in from the private gardens to adorn the halls.

As they approached the doors to the imperial meeting room, Chancellor Benedict paused, turning to address them with a solemn tone. "Beyond these doors, you will be entering the presence of His Majesty the Emperor, his esteemed Rose consort Lady Solana, and Princess Solina. Please remember the protocols we discussed. The Emperor is keen to meet you and discuss the future of our nations."

Levi nodded, his expression turning serious as he adjusted his uniform. Hange straightened her glasses, her demeanor shifting to one of formal respect. Armin and Jean exchanged a brief, nervous glance, steadying themselves for the meeting.

The doors before them were carved from dark wood, inlaid with gold and jewels that depicted the Valorian emblem—a symbol of the empire’s enduring strength and unity. The guide reached out, his hands pausing momentarily on the ornate handles, preparing to open the doors.

As the doors began to swing open, the scouts braced themselves, ready to step into the heart of the Valorian empire and face whatever awaited them inside. The future of Paradis, their home, might well depend on the conversations that would take place beyond these gilded doors.

Levi, Hange, Armin, and Jean stepped into the imperial meeting room of the Valorian palace. The heavy doors of the grand room swung open, revealing an expansive chamber that was bathed in the warm glow of sunlight filtering through tall, arched windows. 

Levi’s eyes immediately went to the figure standing at the center of the room, radiating authority and composure—Emperor Armand Hein. He was a tall man, with a commanding presence that filled the room effortlessly. His hair, streaked with silver, was neatly combed back, and his sharp features bore the weight of experience and leadership. He wore a stoic expression, his lips set in a neutral line, but as Levi met his gaze, he saw something beneath the surface. The Emperor’s eyes were calculating—cold and discerning, as if he was evaluating every detail of the newcomers from Paradis. It was a gaze that could pierce through facades, and Levi could sense that the Emperor was a man who had seen much and trusted little.

Standing beside him was a beautiful woman, her presence softer yet no less dignified. Lady Solana, the Rose Consort, had an elegance that spoke of grace and strength. Her long, fire-red hair cascaded down her back in thick waves, the rich color shining in the light. Her eyes, a vibrant shade of green that seemed to hold both warmth and worry, contrasted with her composed expression. She wore a gown of deep green silk that draped elegantly over her slender figure, the fabric embroidered with golden vines that symbolized her connection to the Rose House. Despite her beauty, there was a visible tension in her eyes—an unease that seemed to weigh on her as she stood beside the Emperor, her posture betraying a protectiveness that only a mother could have.

The scouts’ eyes swept over the room, taking in the other figures present—members of the Valorian court and officials, each standing in their designated places, their robes adorned with emblems that marked their positions of power. The room seemed almost overwhelming in its opulence—every detail spoke of power, wealth, and tradition. Gold and silver accents lined the walls, and ornate tapestries depicted scenes from Valoria's storied history.

 A palpable air of formality hung over the chamber, as if every gesture, every word, was being weighed and judged. But as Levi scanned the room, his eyes narrowed slightly. There was no sign of Princess Solina, the woman he was meant to meet. He couldn’t spot anyone who matched Kiyomi’s description of her—no red-haired young woman with green eyes. Where was she?

Chancellor Benedict cleared his throat, stepping forward. "Your Majesty, allow me to formally introduce the delegation from Paradis." He gestured towards the scouts, his voice carrying through the room. "Captain Levi Ackerman, Commander Hange Zoe, Armin Arlert, and Jean Kirstein."

The scouts bowed deeply, their movements respectful, and Levi lifted his gaze to meet the Emperor's. The room fell silent, the weight of the moment pressing down on them as Emperor Armand regarded the newcomers. The silence was heavy, filled with expectation, and the scouts could feel the eyes of the court officials on them, each assessing, each measuring the worth of the guests from Paradis.

“Welcome to Valoria,” the Emperor said, his voice steady and commanding. His gaze moved between them, lingering briefly on each scout, before finally resting on Levi. “It is a pleasure to receive guests from Paradis. We understand that this is a significant step for both our nations.”

Levi nodded slightly, his expression unreadable. “We appreciate your hospitality, Your Majesty. We are honored to be here to discuss the future of our alliance.” 

Emperor’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if assessing Levi’s words for any hidden meaning. Then, with a small nod, he gestured towards the woman beside him. “This is Lady Solana, the Rose Consort and mother of Princess Solina.”

Lady Solana stepped forward, her eyes softening as she smiled at the scouts, though the worry behind her gaze remained. “Welcome,” she said, her voice melodic but with an underlying note of concern. “We hope your journey was not too arduous. It is a great honor to have you here.”

Hange, ever the diplomat, smiled warmly in return. “Thank you, Lady Solana. Your home is truly beautiful, and we are grateful for the opportunity to be here.”

As the pleasantries continued, Levi’s attention shifted back to the missing presence—Princess Solina. The tension that seemed to hang over Lady Solana, the way her gaze flickered anxiously towards the door, only made it more apparent that something was amiss. Before Levi could dwell on it, the Emperor spoke again.

“My daughter, Princess Solina, was to be here to greet you as well,” he said, his voice smooth and carefully measured. “However, she has stepped outside to get some air. It seems that the anticipation of today’s meeting has overwhelmed her somewhat.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed slightly, though his expression remained composed. The idea of a princess being overwhelmed by nerves was foreign to him, but then again, the lives they lived were worlds apart. The world of royalty and politics was not one Levi had ever imagined being a part of, and the thought of a sheltered princess meeting a hardened soldier like him seemed almost absurd.

Lady Solana turned to the Emperor, her expression softening as she gave him a slight nod. “If you will excuse me, Your Majesty, I will go check on Solina. She has been quite anxious about today.”

The Emperor inclined his head, his gaze following Lady Solana as she turned and made her way towards the door, her green gown flowing behind her like water. The worry in her eyes seemed to deepen as she left the room, her steps quick but graceful. The eyes of the court followed her, a collective sense of concern and curiosity hanging in the air as they waited for the princess to appear.

…

Lady Solana made her way through the palace halls, her mind focused on her daughter. She knew how much pressure this meeting was putting on Solina, and her heart ached to see her so anxious. The palace was quiet, the sound of her footsteps echoing softly against the marble floors. She passed by tall windows that overlooked the gardens, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the tension that hung over her. After a short walk, she stepped outside into one of the palace gardens, her eyes scanning the area until she found Solina pacing back and forth near a fountain.

The garden was lush and meticulously maintained, with vibrant flowers in full bloom and the gentle sound of water trickling from the fountain in the center. Solina was dressed in one of her finest gowns for this momentous occasion—a pink ball gown that flowed elegantly around her, the soft fabric adorned with delicate floral embroidery. Her long red hair cascaded down her back in thick curls, resembling a fire dancing in the sunlight. A delicate tiara rested on her head, the silver gleaming in the light, adding an air of royalty to her already striking appearance. Despite her beauty, her face was etched with worry, her green eyes darting anxiously as she paced, her steps quick and restless. The gown hugged her figure, accentuating her curves, and the light fabric seemed to move with her, almost as if it were a part of her.

“Solina,” Lady Solana called softly, stepping closer. Solina turned, her eyes widening slightly as she saw her mother. Lady Solana approached her daughter, her heart aching at the sight of Solina's nervous expression. “My dear, you need to calm yourself. Everything will be alright.”

Solina let out a shaky breath, her hands wringing together. “Mother, I’m scared,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “What if he doesn’t like me? What if… what if I’m not what he expects?” Her voice was small, barely above a whisper, the weight of her fears evident in her tone.

Lady Solana reached out, taking her daughter’s hands in her own and giving them a reassuring squeeze. “You are more than enough, Solina. You are kind, intelligent, and talented. Anyone who cannot see that is blind to what truly matters. Captain Levi may be a soldier, but I believe he will see the wonderful person you are.” Her voice was filled with conviction, a steady anchor in the midst of Solina's uncertainty.

Solina looked down, her lashes casting shadows on her cheeks. “But I’ve never even met him. What if… what if he doesn’t want this?” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, her vulnerability clear.

Lady Solana smiled gently, brushing a stray curl away from Solina’s face. “You are not alone in feeling uncertain, my love. This is new for both of you. But give it time. You may find that there is more to him than his reputation. And remember, your father and I are always here for you, no matter what happens.”

Lady Solana sat down on a stone bench beside the fountain, gently tugging Solina to sit next to her. The garden was quiet, the sound of water trickling from the fountain the only noise breaking the silence. Lady Solana spoke softly, her voice filled with warmth as she continued to reassure her daughter. She spoke of the strength Solina had shown throughout her life, of the kindness and resilience that had always made her stand out. She reminded Solina of the challenges she had faced and overcome, each one a testament to her courage and spirit.

Solina listened, her breathing gradually slowing as her mother’s words wrapped around her like a comforting embrace. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the tension ease from her shoulders. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby trees, and the scent of the blooming flowers filled the air, creating a sense of calm that slowly began to seep into her. After a few minutes, she looked up at Lady Solana, her green eyes still holding a hint of uncertainty but now tempered with a newfound resolve.

“Thank you, Mother,” Solina said quietly. “I think… I think I’m ready now.”

Lady Solana smiled, her eyes filled with pride and affection. “Good. Let us go then. They are waiting for you.”

After a few more moments of sitting together, allowing Solina to fully collect herself, she finally felt ready to face what lay ahead. She stood, smoothing down her gown, and took a deep breath. With her mother by her side, they made their way back into the palace. The walk back seemed longer, the anticipation building with each step they took. The palace’s grandeur surrounded them—the tall columns, the intricate tapestries, and the soft light filtering through the windows all adding to the weight of the moment. Lady Solana spoke in soft tones as they walked, continuing to offer words of encouragement, reminding Solina of her strengths and the support she had behind her.

As they approached the meeting room, Lady Solana gave her daughter’s hand one last reassuring squeeze before leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her cheek. “Remember, you are stronger than you think,” Lady Solana whispered, her voice filled with unwavering belief.

The guards stationed at the door nodded to Lady Solana, then stepped forward to push open the heavy double doors. Lady Solana walked in first, her presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. Her elegant stride and the way she held herself spoke volumes about her strength and poise, and the room seemed to hold its breath as she entered.

Solina took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared to follow. She could feel her pulse quicken, the weight of the moment pressing down on her, but she straightened her posture, letting her mother’s words guide her. With the doors opened wide, and she stepped forward, ready to face the man who would be her future husband. Her steps were deliberate, each one a testament to her determination to embrace what lay ahead, despite her fears.

Levi’s eyes shifted towards the entrance, and for the first time, he saw her—Princess Solina, the woman whose name had been on everyone's lips, the woman who was now bound to him by duty and fate. Her pink gown flowed around her like a dream, her red hair shimmering like a flame, and her green eyes, filled with both uncertainty and quiet strength, met his. For a moment, Levi found himself momentarily taken aback by the sheer beauty of the woman before him—a beauty that seemed almost ethereal, capable of making even the most disciplined man falter. Her presence was captivating, and the room seemed to momentarily fade into the background as she approached.

Solina’s gaze moved across the room, her eyes darting between the strangers in front of her. She could see the scouts—three men and one woman—all dressed in their formal military attire. Her eyes flickered between Armin, Jean, and Levi, a hint of confusion in her gaze as she tried to discern which one of them was Captain Levi Ackerman. Her heart pounded, her anxiety rising as she took in their appearances. She noticed the shorter man with dark hair and an intense expression, and something in the way he held himself made her suspect that he was the one she was meant to meet.

Levi stepped forward, his eyes never leaving Solina’s as he spoke, his voice calm and steady. “Your Highness, I am Captain Levi Ackerman,” he said, bowing slightly in respect. “It is an honor to meet you.”

Solina’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him. He was not what she had imagined—his expression was stern, his eyes sharp and calculating, yet there was something about him that spoke of strength and resilience. His presence was commanding, and she could see the weight of experience in his gaze. She managed a small, polite smile, her voice barely above a whisper as she replied, “The honor is mine, Captain Levi.”

As protocol, she delicately executed a deep curtsy to him in response to his bow. For a moment, their eyes met, and the room seemed to fade away. It was an odd feeling—standing before the man who would soon be her husband, a stranger whose life was so different from her own. She could see the hardened soldier in him, the man who had fought countless battles, and she wondered if he could ever come to care for her, or if this would always be a marriage of duty.

Levi, for his part, found himself momentarily lost in thought. He had not expected her to be this beautiful, this poised. The way she carried herself, despite her obvious nerves, spoke of a quiet strength that he found surprising. She was different from what he had imagined—fragile-looking, yes, but there was a determination in her eyes that reminded him of those he had fought alongside. He straightened, pushing aside his thoughts as he reminded himself of why he was here. This was not about feelings or attraction—this was about securing an alliance, about duty and loyalty to his people.

The Emperor’s voice broke through the silence, his tone smooth as he addressed the room. “Captain Levi, Princess Solina, I am pleased that you have finally met. This is the beginning of a new chapter for both our nations.” He looked between them, his eyes lingering on his daughter, a hint of softness in his gaze that had not been there before. “I trust that you will both do your best to uphold the responsibilities that come with this union.”

Solina nodded, her gaze lowering as she curtsied once more. “Of course, Father.” Her voice was steady, though the weight of his words pressed heavily on her. She knew what was expected of her—duty above all else. She had been raised for this, prepared for the day she would be married off for the good of the empire. And now that day was here, and the reality of it was both terrifying and strangely surreal.

Levi inclined his head in agreement, his expression unreadable. “I will do my duty, Your Majesty.” His voice was firm, and there was a finality to his words that left no room for doubt.

The Emperor nodded, a satisfied expression crossing his face. “Very well. We have much to discuss regarding the terms of this alliance, but for now, let us move to more comfortable surroundings.” He gestured towards a set of double doors that led to a smaller, more intimate room where they could speak more freely.

As the group began to move, Solina found herself falling into step beside Levi, her heart still pounding as she tried to steady her nerves. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, wondering what kind of man he truly was beneath the hardened exterior. Would he be kind to her? Would he care for her, even just a little? She could only hope that, in time, they might come to understand one another.

Levi, on the other hand, kept his focus straight ahead, his mind already turning to the negotiations that lay ahead. This was just the beginning—a necessary step in securing the future of Paradis. And though the woman beside him was beautiful, he reminded himself once more that this was not about emotions. It was about survival, about ensuring that his people had a future. He only hoped that Princess Solina understood that as well.

And so, with the weight of duty pressing down on both their shoulders, the two of them walked side by side, the path before them uncertain but irrevocably intertwined. It was the beginning of a new chapter—one that neither of them had chosen, but one that they would face together, for the sake of their people and the future of their nations.

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Is This Desire? (Feyd Rautha x Reader)

honeymoon Feyd laying down that husband pipe 😩 all media besides the story does not belong to me. there IS d1cking down, there IS political intrigue, there ARE in-law tensions, “rehabilitated” Feyd, warnings for s3x

Feyd Rautha Harkonnen and Sanura Sur-Kar have been lifelong friends since the day they were betrothed as children—-a mutual coldness in the eyes inspired respect and appreciation between the two kindred spirits. On the day of the na-Baron’s coming of age, however, simmering tensions between the pair rise to an all-consuming firestorm as the young Baron attempts to finally act on the desires he has harbored for her, but there is significant challenge: how he can manage to break past her impenetrable composure; the dispassionate mask of his treasured Bene Gesserit master?

part one is here!

the high priestess.

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Here, in his wife’s arms, the newly titled—and wedded—Duke understood the legends of this planet all at once.

The wealth of which so many spoke—-it was beyond precious metals, jewels, esteemed stations; it was the restful quality of the golden suns, the alien sense of community that sprawled around him in astonishing splendor. There was so much, such promise seemingly teeming at every corner of this planet; that the thought of stealing or cheating, clawing at anything seemed a useless and bizarre farce.

Still, as he still took in this new home of his, the most important of his newfound wealth was fast asleep in his protective embrace. Her breaths were soft and slow. He had never seen her beautiful face so peaceful.

Their hearts beat towards each other through their naked chests, aching to embrace in a way that could prove somehow closer than their intertwined bodies. He inhaled her scent and he let his eyes fall shut.

Roses.

***

Feyd was still waiting to wake up from this dream. Her bright cheeks and smile enthralled and confounded him all the same. Now, her eyes were closed—before, she had never once dared to turn her back on him, and now she was sleeping in his arms. Years of longing still burned within him, blistering his insides as he inhaled her scent, but her gift would be enough to stave him off for the moment. Her breathing suddenly sharpened into an inhale and her eyes opened, meeting his. He was still getting used to her blissful expression but he quite liked it. When her features softened, her beauty bloomed in his eyes, like a flower that only opened its petals under the moonlight. She smiled as if she could hear the poetry she conjured in him.

No one else will do, she’d told him. I want you to be my husband.

“What do I call you,” he rasped softly, admiring her radiant face, “Your name.”

She seemed to blush. It hadn’t crossed his mind how she must’ve felt succumbing to his affections, but something told him it hadn’t crossed hers, either—nether of them were the kind to put themselves in others’ shoes without a useful purpose.

“Ah,” she began, hesitating slightly before a bashful smile, “Nitetis is my secret name.”

“Nitetis,” he whispered. A sacred hymn.

Her name lazily flowed from his lips like honey onto hers as he pulled her in for a kiss. That seemed to be easier for them both, no need for thought when flesh met flesh. He felt goosebumps rising on her nape.

“Nitetis,” he muttered, pulling her against him.

She chuckled. “Feyd, stop it.”

A black smile bloomed on his face. His hands confidently roamed along her back, feeling the muscle underneath the soft skin. She laughed in amusement at his passions as if she was not being engulfed with the same spark, and his eyes swept down hungrily to her mouth, stealing her lips for another kiss.

Feyd did not like being separated from his bride. The acceptable few hours they initially had apart being measured by seamstresses upon arriving in Daquan cruelly stretched into days with no sign of her, only tutoring on the wedding rites that awaited him, and the rules he had to follow before the ceremony—he nearly slit the minister’s throat upon being told he would be separated from his bride until they were to be wed. He didn’t care for this planet very much already.

Of course, if his brain went beyond his cock, he was able to appreciate his new court. Feyd knew better than to embarrass his betrothed with his violent impulses, but he was certainly having his patience tested in a way he didn’t anticipate; the purpose of his bride’s confounding behavior over the years was becoming clearer every moment he held onto the reward he had gotten while on the ship to keep his slim thread of patience intact. They had intentionally isolated the na-Baron, disposing of any illusion of diplomacy the moment they’d crossed the belt (after all, a few deaths under his watch didn’t cause anyone to bat an eye). As frustrated as he was, it rested on his shoulders to not jeopardize his fiancée’s hard work. And work she did.

He could see it on the faces of the ministers that spoke to him, the servant men that bathed him in sweet, perfumed water in the vaulted-ceilinged hammam, and the servants that tended to him that the Daquant weren’t pleased at the prospect of keeping a Harkonnen so close. Something told him in the way the soldiers who stood post at every corner of this sprawling palace watched him that his current conditions weren’t part of their plan. He found himself feeling gratitude towards his clever wife-to-be, a strange feeling, but it was nothing compared to the multitude of bizarre experiences he was regularly struggling to navigate. For instance, the living father of his betrothed was…kind. He seemed pleased to welcome the man who his daughter grew so willing to marry; the Duke expressed he was relieved by how well they got along, he looked forward to having more than one grandchild. (Daquani noblewomen were famously inclined towards disposing of unpleasant marriages after an heir had been consummated.)

Weeks passed without word from or even a glimpse of Tii Sanura. Not even a dream. He was starting to feel just a little stir crazy; he was under house arrest after all, they would escort him to the hammam and to dinner with the Duke and Duchess, but she was never to be found, almost as if her presence had only been a dream. It only occurred to him, when the Duchess visited his guest quarters, to simply ask. She was a quiet woman, but amicable enough from what he’d gathered of her.

“Ah, yes, I imagine you’d like to know,” she remarked with the same serene smile as her daughter, “Custom prevents me from telling you our sacred rites for brides here, but I assure you she is quite busy. Here, union is a very sacred thing—we try not to do it frivolously out of respect for our ancestors’ traditions—it is quite a serious matter for any woman here to commit herself to a man as a wife, especially for us noblewomen.”

His eyes wandered the vast corridor they strolled through heavily accompanied by soldiers. He knew the woman before him was Bene Gesserit, so he didn’t understand the purpose of such muscle supervising him with her. Perhaps just keeping an eye on the Harkonnen savage.

“I must say, although I’m not complaining,” she started slowly, her shrewd golden eyes studying him, “You seem rather eager to marry her.”

Feyd met her gaze with a hint of a smile. “Should I not be?”

“I never said it was a problem, just interesting. You didn’t strike me as a husband type.”

“I believe we’ve only met when I was a child, My Lady.”

“I could see forming in your eyes then what has taken shape now.”

Feyd looked out of the window to the sprawling palace courtyard, making a small sound of acknowledgment.

“And what is it you see in your daughter’s eyes?”

She laughed quietly. “Oh dear, certainly boredom. Sometimes annoyance.”

Feyd smiled slightly, looking at her pensive face and catlike features. She was a delicate-looking woman with dark hair and slightly pouted lips. Her eyebrows were slender, resting above a pair of fascinating golden eyes. Feyd was still baffled how his wife—wife-to-be— didn’t inherit them.

“My daughter is quite cool-headed, masterfully instructed by the best tutors in the empire to be a great leader. I see in her eyes the product of a job well done. But she is also a woman capable of great love. Or she may have been, a long while ago. Her heart grows colder.”

“Do you think I am the root of this?”

Her eyebrows rose at the bluntness of his inquiry, but her eyes’ peaceful quality never changed. She smiled at him, it was a vaguely familiar sight: the knowing, sage like smile of a mother.

“You are merely a symptom, young Harkonnen,” she replied kindly, “But make no mistake.”

Her eyes caught the rich sun through the window, and he felt as if he was being scathed by the furious gaze of a divine being. Her eyes were pointed, sharp, protective. In a series of instants, the Duchess suddenly awakened—it was the only way he could describe it. The expression she held was placid, but the Harkonnen knew better. He knew that look, that face. The one that made goosebumps rise on his pale peach skin; the face he had been met with so long ago when he was being presented to his future wife as a young boy. A face that gave no indication of intentions or passive analysis, eyes that held a gaze you couldn’t escape once it had fixed itself onto you—no running away or hiding, no matter how powerful the instinct was to do so. Feyd held it in cloaked defiance.

“Your journey continues on borrowed grace. My daughter is wise, but is still a young woman. I know some of her motivations are not purely out of political savvy or duty. She favors you, certainly against my counsel. She speaks of you very well, in her own way. It sickens me.”

His dark stare matched the woman’s aware gaze. He felt, very quietly, that he was staring at the sun, doing the unthinkable by standing his ground against this woman. It gave him some satisfaction to finally hear plainly what servants said quietly amongst themselves as they bathed him with barely hidden displeasure, assuming he could not understand them.

“You speak boldly. It is unlike a Bene Gesserit to do so,” he retorted.

“My daughter wishes to see you redeemed. So you will either prove your worthiness of my daughter’s hand, or we will deal with your defections in our own way.”

Feyd could only imagine the zombie they would make him into with all of their Bene Gesserit mind games. He wouldn’t allow it.

“I am honored to have the opportunity.”

He could see Tii Sanura’s irate wrinkle between the older woman’s slim eyebrows. Her golden jewelry sung sweetly as she slowly turned away, walking ahead of him without word.

It disgusted him to humble himself to strangers, regardless of their affiliation to his beloved, but the satisfaction of infuriating his soon-to-be Mother in Law with every breath he took and every night he would take her daughter was more than compensation.

“How am I to prove my worth, My Lady?”

She was quiet, only walking with sudden intent. No Sur Kar ever seemed to rush—not even servants—even when moving quickly, their steps were gracefully measured. The Duchess was moving with the force of a lioness. The guards closed in behind him, forcing him to catch up. Once they were in matching stride she finally answered.

“You will undergo thorough training. I will see to it that your mind and discipline is elevated beyond what you think you’ve been taught. I will see to it that you properly train—it would be unseemly for my daughter’s husband to be a pathetic fighter. You will think beyond mere perversions and treachery if you intend to take my husband’s title one day. Simply put, I will make you a leader. It will be difficult enough for the people here to stomach the look of you. That is enough chaos in this court to deal with.”

They had returned to his quarters without him noticing. Her words, while sounding gentle from her restful voice, were beyond insult. But they could not be denied. Tii Sanura constantly outwitted and outfought him. Tii Sanura could choose anyone in a room, even the ones she despised the most, and make them believe they were an invaluable friend to her, that she saw them for their pure soul and loved it in her own modest, tender way. He knew it because she’d done it before, charming and enrapturing a peer of theirs from the Imperial Court, an heir of a formerly rogue house trying to regain the Emperor’s graces.

He was an idiot, it was plain, and Feyd almost appreciated the amusement he provided. Sadly, after he had insulted the prestige of the Great House of Sur Kar, even making the occasional pass at her while in the company of both of the betrothed, Tii Sanura despised him. She never seemed angry. In fact, the curses she spoke of him sounded calm, meditative even. He never saw rage from her, pure, hot rage. It was because, he realized, she didn’t really get angry, she had developed too much control.

She got revenge. She punished. And she reveled in it.

His mind wandered to that boy from so long ago. He knew something was wrong the moment she suddenly let out a soft laugh at another one of his insults to their arranged marriage; he could suddenly see Death’s shadow looming over him, Its bloody mouth grinning at the young Duke’s brazen teenage zeal. His death was slow and cruel, the kind where it stole the light of the entire family, where he slowly deteriorated in front of the young na-Baron’s eyes until one day he spit up blood and was kept in bed. Tii Sanura was asked to keep him company—he had kept calling for her—and she glibly obliged. When she returned and relayed her trip to Feyd she was buzzing with subdued joy, and he took her in, fascinated and amused all the same. Perhaps those were the days he began to see her as a woman he could see himself standing by, fighting for, perhaps even love. He had never known such a beautiful monster.

“Young man?”

Feyd blinked, looking up a little to meet the Duchess’s curious gaze. He forgot himself for a moment.

“Where is she really,” he asked, silently cursing himself afterward, “Tii Sanura. I haven’t seen her for weeks.”

Her shoulders were square as she stood up straight, peering down at him.

“You will see her when it is time.”

***

A whisper.

Feyd.

He turned over in his bed, brow furrowing as visions danced behind his restful eyelids.

Feyd.

The blur began to stabilize until he saw a glimpse of her face, her smile on the ship, her rich brown eyes.

“Feyd…”

His eyes opened at the sound of her voice growing clearer. He was met with a harsh, pale sun. The smooth ground beneath him scaled his skin with uncompromising heat. His senses were fuzzy; but he knew he was lying on sand. The light was too much—he shut his eyes again. Darkness eclipsed the visions of sand dunes and the hoof prints of horses; a horse racing through the desert, his beloved perched masterfully over the saddle as the scarf wrapped around her face and head billowed under the force of her speed against the current of the wind. He knew it was her, he could feel her pulse racing, the heat that made her tongue dry and head spin. He could feel the pulsing rhythm of her heartbeat in tandem with the horse’s gallop.

She was in a cave now. Water dripped, and his vision of her rippled.

“Feyd.”

There were women all around her, chanting or praying, heads cloaked under blood red scarves. They swung golden incense burners from chains, diligent in their prayer. She was in danger. She was dying. She was too far away, he couldn’t save her.

A scream tore its way from her parched, trembling lips. Blood.

With a grunt, he shot upright in his bed, waking with a horrified start. His fists bunched up the golden silk bedsheets as he fought to calm his nervous system. A dream, he told himself, it was only a dream. But it wasn’t—he could sense it, and it made him feel almost sick. Spice Agony is what she’d called it, and it had been haunting his dreams for the past three nights in a row.

He swallowed, rubbing his eyes with his hand and letting out a sigh. The dreams had never been so vivid when they were teenagers, and it seemed they were only getting more difficult to parse from when he was awake. That’s how he realized that he was being given Spice.

So much for barren lands.

He knew better than to protest, but it was troubling to be drugged by in-laws he wasn’t sure wanted him alive or not in a methodical fashion—he frequently recalled the poisoning of that long-forgotten Duke’s son with some trepidation. It had been nearly three months since landing on Daquan and he had still not wed Tii Sanura. Clearly, the Duke and Duchess felt he still had a ways to go before he was worthy of their daughter.

He hadn’t seen her either, but the longer he was in their court, the more he felt her. He knew that Spice caused hallucinations, aside from the health benefits he’d learned about, but there were times when his mind reached into something he couldn’t comprehend—not dreams, not hallucinations. Something more.

With an exhausted sigh, he rose from his bed and went to the window, taking in the splendrous courtyard that sprawled across the sand. beneath the glittering marble floors the soldiers and servants weaved between each other on as they all prepared to wake the Honorable family and their guest. Dawn was creeping close, but the moon was still bright and visible in the indigo sky. He stretched, feeling a satisfying extension of his muscles as he turned the door handles and stepped out onto the balcony. The air was balmy and already warm as he took a deep inhale, picking up the floral aroma that sweetened the air in the Sur-Kar palace.

He went to the door afterward, picking up a piece of paper off of the floor with a small smile. He’d never thought Tii Sanura to be the rule-bending type, at least not before their tryst on the trip to Daquan, but she was very willing to press the boundaries of the wedding customs she had insisted were never to be even questioned. They were not supposed to speak or see each other, but she began having letters sent to his room before anyone besides them were awake. Feyd would gladly lose himself in fantasies of all the pleasures they would share in the early hours once they were wed—he would smell her perfume, hear remnants of her laugh within the corridor he was being chaperoned down, or even just flat out envision the beauty of her nude body, with gold on her deep, dark brown skin, the velvet feel of ever inch of it, how she grabbed onto his hips to anchor him against her and pressed herself against his painfully hard length, whispering his name with feverish agony.

He suspected they were both suffering under the lack of release; the sensual quality of the richly embroidered silk couches, the steam against your brow when you bathed, the taste of the Daquani’s traditional sweet wine and how it created hot pools of desire in your body—he had never hungered for a companion as deeply as he did in this lavish cage. The trainings—especially the combat—was brutal in its rigor, but Feyd sensed that he might’ve been getting a bit less upsetting than before. He didn’t even know there was a balcony initially because it had been covered by a velvet curtain and blocked away by soldiers. Perhaps he was seeming a bit more civilized, although he certainly didn’t feel any different—then again, though, he wasn’t thinking straight with the constant surges of need that made him retreat to his quarters as soon as possible and fuck his cock through his oiled fist in the perfumed bath, inhaling the myrhh incense as he took sharp breaths through his nose and mouth, jaw clenching like iron. He was going slightly mad without having her close.

He opened the note and paused, rereading it.

Open the doors, it read.

He glanced at the large, loud, and heavy double doors with some skepticism until he abruptly turned and went back to the balcony. He could feel her; she was near. He opened the doors and stepped out again, squinting under the bright golden sunlight beaconing over the horizon. He looked around, scoured the courtyard but she was nowhere to be found. He huffed slightly through his nose, she was toying with him again. Scoffing quietly at her cruel joke, he closed the balcony doors again and went inside—the moment he had passed the doors, a heavy weight landed on his shoulders, nearly making him lose his balance as that rosy perfume filled his senses.

“Ah, look at that, you can still stand,” she teasingly remarked, smiling down at him as she sat atop his shoulders, “You are learning.”

“Is that not why you brought me here, Nitetis,” he questioned, holding onto her knees as a greeting, “To learn?”

“That doesn’t mean I thought you wouldn’t die,” she admitted, “But the Great Mother smiles upon you.”

She hopped from his shoulders onto the ground gracefully, her face still slightly hidden by the intense shadows casted by the bright sun’s rise. She looked up at him, and he smiled down at her, taking her by the waist and kissing her without question or hesitation. He felt her soft smile against his lips, the modest one, but he would quickly coax her out of her inhibition the moment he got the opportunity. She pulled back, then cocked her head.

“Ah, what happened to your teeth?”

He chuckled. “Your mother was disgusted by them.”

“So?”

“Your mother can still kill me, you know.”

“Over teeth,” she questioned, then cut him off. “No, no, that actually sounds like her.”

She held his face, seeming to study him even closer. “They have not hurt you badly, have they?”

“Would I miss you so much if they didn’t?”

She sucked her teeth, rolling her eyes. “Ah, still disgusting.”

He smiled at her annoyance as she playfully returned to the balcony, embracing her tightly from behind. “Don’t even think of leaving so soon.”

Tii Sanura blushed, but rested her hands on his arms, tentatively resting against his chest. She smiled softly at his reflection in the glass.

“I will not.”

Feud took in her smile curiously, thinking to himself. What was she doing here? It was beyond forbidden for a bride and groom to see each other before they were bonded under the eyes of the Great Mother, the supreme goddess of the Daquani people. Even Tii Sanura, in all her cynicism and cleverness, was obedient to religious duties. She seemed to watch the gears turn in his mind, waiting for him to get to the conclusion.

“Is it today, my love,” he asked, voice heavy with residual sleep.

“Yes,” she told him, “Today is the day.”

He took her up in his arms and swept her up over into the bed, making her laugh softly as they crashed onto the silk sheets. He kissed her hungrily all over her face, making the volume of her laughter grow. It was taking so much of his might to restrain himself, but he knew the reward would be sweet. He held her tightly as sunlight showered into the room and illuminated both of their faces. Feyd closed his eyes, pressing his face into her neck, but she pushed him up.

She placed a hand on his chest to push him back as he tried to kiss her neck, and he begrudgingly relented, making her smile.

“It should be something you’ll like,” she assured, pinching his cheek sweetly, “But let’s see first.”

She propped herself up on her elbows, eyes mysterious.

“How would you like being the sole ruler of Geidi Prime,” she asked, “How would you like to become the Baron Harkonnen you’ve always wanted to be?”

His blood got hot like fire, but he kept his head, caressing her arm with his finger. He felt new scars there, he realized.

“I like being called Prince better,” he teased.

She smiled, but did not seem amused.

“Geidi Prime must be conquered,” she said, “We both know the only way we can take his kingdom is through blood.”

Blood. Feyd almost licked his lips. He loved this woman, he knew it.

“It starts with Arrakis,” she continued, “There is a Fremen leader taking over.”

“Muad’dib,” he quickly recalled.

“He is no everyday Feydakin,” she said, “It’s him, I’ve seen it. It’s Paul.”

He frowned. “Paul?”

“Right, I forget you never met him,” she corrected, “Duke Atreides’s son. He lives.”

Feyd blinked, feeling a slight pit in his stomach—something he wasn’t fond of but had grown used to.

“And you call him Paul?”

She rolled her eyes, amused by the sliver of jealousy.

“I am marrying you, am I not? Focus.”

His eyes narrowed. She leaned toward him with a smile.

“Don’t get too jealous. He could’ve been your wife.”

Disgust quickly washed over his features.

“He is to become the Emperor,” she told him, “I’ve seen it.”

He studied her closely, wondering if she would lie to him for the sake of her Paul. Her gaze lowered under his.

“I refuse to let you die,” she muttered, “Please, just this once. Do not be foolish.”

He felt as if the sun was warming all of his insides, that perhaps this Great Mother truly was smiling on him. He stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers, taking in his love’s face.

“I will not leave you, Nitetis.”

She shied away from his frankness. “I didn’t say that.”

He only smiled in response. Tii Sanura felt her heart beat a bit harder in her chest; he had taken to her homeland’s sun quite nicely and it kissed his cheeks in a way that felt almost stupefying. She cleared her throat, rubbing her neck and sitting up.

“When you marry me today, you will be pledging loyalty to my house, my people. You must relinquish your loyalty to your family.”

His smile only broadened. “Is it not the other way around?”

“I’m not marrying up, na-Baron,” she reminded him slyly, “You will need to give something in return.”

“Are my heirs not enough?”

“Are you going to pledge loyalty or not?”

“Have I ever given you a reason to doubt I would?”

“Many, yes.”

He sat up, pulling her closer by her arm and admiring her face.

“My loyalty lies with you. Only you.”

She was quick to refine his declaration. “And our family.”

He shrugged. “If that’s what you wish of me, I will do it for you.”

She laughed heartily. “They are coming around to you, you know.”

“I’m sure that’s what they’re telling you.”

“They’ll warm up to you. We are very wary people; outsiders, especially enemies of our sister home, are a bit more difficult to get used to. Besides, they know I wouldn’t allow it. Don’t let it trouble you. You only need to prove your worth and loyalty; my father will be pleased enough with that.”

“And your mother?”

“Only she knows such things,” she admitted, “Just keep learning.”

He nodded again, then pulled her in for a kiss, which she welcomed and returned. She whispered against his lips.

“I must go, my friend. I will see you soon.”

“Ah-ah,” he corrected, holding her arm firmly, “Not so soon.”

“You know how long preparations already take,” she reprimanded, “I must be prepared for the wedding. There is a schedule, you know—oh!”

He pulled her onto the bed and flipped them over, silencing her with a kiss as he pressed himself onto her. She softened into him, just as he thought, but she broke the kiss.

“They will be here any minute,” she warned, “It was fine once—“

Another hungry kiss, and she hummed softly in his mouth.

“Feyd, I have to—“

Another kiss and she laughed, pulling back as well as she could.

“Feyd, my mother will kill us both if today’s schedule is delayed.”

That gave him enough pause. With annoyance, he pushed himself off of her with a grumble. She kissed him as she got up from the bed.

“We will have more than enough time tonight, husband.”

He stared up at her, ready to risk the Duchess’s wrath to take her in that very instant. She quickly slipped away before he could change his mind, climbing out of sight. The lock on the double doors turned almost immediately after—that was close.

The menservants bowed as priests shuffled in with various holy tools. Feyd cleared his throat.

“I must bathe alone first.”

***

Tii Sanura was perched gracefully on an ornate silk ottoman as the Duchess was guided into her daughter’s quarters by other ladies in waiting. Her feline features were stony, a look the young woman knew well. The servants were brushing through her long, freshly washed coils with their fingers, nourishing the strands with sweet oils. Tii Sanura held her composure as her mother entered the room. She offered a small smile through the mirror.

“Mother,” she greeted.

“You disobeyed holy tradition.”

There was never time for niceties when the Duchess of Daquan brought a matter to you. Tii Sanura sighed, her shoulders faltering slightly.

“I know. I apologize.”

“Apologies are nothing in the face of our ancestors,” she insisted, “Do I need to worry about this marriage between you and that Harkonnen boy? I have held my tongue in faith of your expertise, but you are starting to concern me.”

Her shadowy figure crept up behind Tii Sanura in the crystal vanity.

“You’ve been distracted. Growing slower by the day. The Harkonnens have no worth to this family; I have allowed this purely out of faith in your judgement.”

“Do you question it now, mother?”

Her reddened lips drew into a firm line. “I fear, my girl, that you have made this choice not out of reason, but affection.”

Tii Sanura faltered, her chin dipping as the servant women fastened her thickly braided hair against her head, wrapping it up with a shimmering golden cloth before the Duchess stepped forward, causing them to bow and retreat. Her eyes peered into her daughter’s reflection as she placed a gentle hand on her soft shoulder.

“I fear that my child has had many scars before that we were able to mend, but that we cannot mend what she chooses to let break her.”

“He cannot hurt me.”

“He is a Harkonnen boy,” she nearly hissed, “It is danger enough. We have taught him what we could, but it couldn’t change what he is.”

Tii Sanura’s eyelids glittered as she shut them. “And what would that be? A monster, killer, or animal? Cold-blooded, untrustworthy?”

“Among many others.’

Tii Sanura was quiet for a long while before her mother let go of her shoulder, allowing the servants to return to their diligent work.

“Mother, I have seen what this union brings me. In dreams that were visions, ever since I was fifteen, he has haunted my future like an unstoppable prophecy. We are bound. Our fates are intertwined, and he knows it too, because what is in his heart for me troubles him to the core. He is…”

She hesitated, then finished. “He is ready to be my husband as I am to be his wife. This is the path forward.”

The Duchess slowly turned away, unwilling to trouble her daughter with her obvious fear. Her voice remained cool.

“You vowed it. House Harkonnen will fall. There will be no mercies.”

Tii Sanura smiled to herself. “Put yourself at rest, mother. He will be more than ready to answer our call. He knows the duty asked of him to the Empire.”

“I shall carry his child, and House Harkonnen will fall. We will rule as Sur-Kar.”

The silence from her mother did not satisfy her.

“Mother, it is a cause for celebration. Our power is expanding. This is a blessing.”

“That is what your father would say.”

“And you doubt him?”

The Duchess lingered, then left.

The sun scorched down on the bride and groom as they stood stiffly next to each other, the fanfare outside the great double doors planting their feet onto the ground like led. Feyd tried to steel his nerves but when the priest stepped before him and held his gaze as he smeared a golden power that reeked of rust between his eyebrows and up his forehead, the way it stung distracted his ability to focus. The priest proceeded to flick sweet floral water onto his face, then onto Tii Sanura's veil. The marriage customs were different on Daquan. There were no vows or ceremony to watch; they would be presented as wedded Prince and Princess (or Duke and Duchess) of the Kingdom of Sur-Kar, if the Great Mother willed it so. Festivities were already underway as two white-clad priestesses removed the ornate, heavy veil from Tii Sanura's head, revealing her beautifully decorated face which Feyd tried his best not to stare at, lest he be scorned by the holy men and women.

The priest lifted his golden scepter, and Feyd followed Tii Sanura in kneeling before him. He brandished a large jeweled ceremony knife that made Feyd tense on instinct, feeling the Duchess's shadow looming over him even in this sacred ceremony. Two small earthen pots were placed before them, and the priest sliced a modest incison on each of their palms. They squeezed their blood into the pots, hands trembling. Feyd had never felt a blade so sharp in his life.

Their hands were then bound together with a soft, prickly ivory cloth, probably one of those precious fabrics with gold or silver woven in, and a scale was brought in. Feyd watched as one pot was filled with more sweet water, and a small amount of water and blood was poured into a tiny container. It reminded him of the Gom Jabbar--horrible timing to think of such a thing--and he swallowed slightly when Tii Sanura's grip on his hand briefly squeezed tighter. A feather was placed on one scale, the white glimmering container on the other. The priest lifted the scale into the sunbeam that burned the pair's forehead, casting a shadow over their faces.

To Feyd's astonishment, it balanced.

Tii Sanura let out a small sigh, and the veil was placed back over her head. They were guided to rise by their hands, and the doors slowly rumbled open. Searing light poured into the temple, blinding Feyd for a moment as they stepped together through the doorway and into the sun. Sonorus cheering filled his ears as his hand throbbed painfully against his wife's. The priest's booming voice silenced the crowd, then, after his next words, the cheering came back with even more force. Horns screamed into the air in celebration, and white petals rained from the sky as Tii Sanura led them both down the shimmering quartz stairs. Her eyes were level through her copper colored veil, which had been lined with kohl for the procession. At the foot of the stairs was a grand palaquin, and the newlyweds took their seats atop the shimmering red cushion as Feyd gratefully found refuge under the shade and within the sheer fabric seperating them from the harsh, sandy wind. Four large men took their stations on each corner of the palaquin and smoothly lifted them, taking them on a procession for the throngs of people that had come to the Holy City to see them. Feyd stole a look at his bride.

"Where are going," he asked her.

She smiled under her veil. "Home."

The procession seemed to last for hours. Throngs of citizens were cheering, jumping, even weeping as the palaquin passed them by. Feyd was taken aback by the devotion of these people. He had known subservience, subjects that knew no more nor better than Harkonnen rule, but reverence…

Tii Sanura’s eyes rested on him as he soaked in the fanfare, smile rested loftily on her face. This was her plan, she thought her herself, the vision of a boy turned prince, the man who would father her children, the only man she could ever dare to trust. Sometimes she wondered what her mother and father saw when they looked at her. A Bene Gesserit, a half-breed, a pawn of the Empire…she knew they cared nothing for games of politics, only to keep the kingdom stable and safe. It was honorable, but not enough. She felt the weight of the kingdom on her shoulders very early—now, she hoped, her betrothed would be capable of carrying it with her, dark as his heart was.

He felt her stare on his neck and turned to look at her. He reached over to touch her face through the veil, tracing the curve of her jaw, the swell of her lips, before placing his own over hers. Her body was alight with so many anticipations as he pulled away and went back to watching the silhouettes. This man was her husband now, she thought to herself, feeling the many ways she truly didn’t know him yet, despite the years they’d shared. She wanted to say his name so he would meet her gaze and she could see into his eyes. She wanted to know his secrets; what did he feel when killing his mother? What happened to him when she wasn’t there? Did he love her? Could they love each other? What even was the use for such a thing?

She let out a sigh, deciding to watch the silhouettes dance too.

The palace was sleekly built compared to the ancient tombs Feyd had grown accustomed to in his imprisonment. Their new home had much more technology, more walls and shadows, dramatic skylights and cool colored silks. It felt like home. The servants immediately tended to their hands, cleaning the wounds and dressing them with a strange glittering paste Feyd suspected was imbued with Spice. The only sounds were the gentle trickling of water and birdsongs—a welcome respite from the roaring masses. Feyd watched as Tii Sanura’s great headdress was lifted and placed on a cushion, revealing her radiant face. His features softened in admiration, and he stepped towards her, took her face in his hands and kissed her again. She could hardly breathe, it was so gentle. He touched her like a precious thing.

“I must get this makeup off,” she said after a thick swallow, “Then I’ll…meet you.”

He smiled. “So shy, my wife? I imagined much more confidence.”

“I’m sure you imagined many things, Feyd.”

He didn’t answer, only drunk her face in with his cool eyes. She felt girlishly bashful under his pressing, cryptic stare, looking away. They were surrounded by servants, yet he acts so uninhibited; it was strangely humbling to be reduced to a lover, a woman.

“Feyd, I must take these things off,” she pleaded softly.

Hesitantly, he released her face from his hands, eyes fixed on her lips that still tasted of fig she must’ve eaten earlier. He wanted to see what else of his wife tasted so sweet, he wanted it now.

“Don’t take long.”

She nodded, turning away with her procession of ladies in waiting, gracefully floating over the floor in her white gown. Feyd eyed the men carrying the train of metallic fabric behind her with suspicion, but resigned himself, it was a foolish suspicion to have of his wife. His wife. His wife.

He could recite those words to himself for hours.

“I must bathe,” he announced, and he was led to a steam-filled, pristine bathhouse.

A wave of heat made sweat form under his richly embroidered fabrics, and his menservants undressed him as he inhaled the aromas of fresh roses and frankincense.

“Leave me,” he commanded.

The men filed out, save for a few, who lowered their heads and gestured to the water. Feyd was annoyed.

“We must bathe His Highness,” one slender man explained, “For His wife’s arrival.”

Frustrated, he accepted the insolence of the remaining men and entered the pool of water. It was silken and warm against his body, somehow a reprieve from the dry, muggy heat of the desert. They poured buckets or perfumed water over his head and scrubbed mindfully while Feyd tolerated the entire process with a deep frown. Surely the Prince of Daquan would have some right to privacy, he reasoned.

The men worked quicker after another man opened the doors and spoke to them, as if time was of the essence. Feyd didn’t enjoy these strangers scrubbing at his naked body, he would’ve much preferred his wife to do such a thing—he tried to not think of it while they worked. They manicured his nails and scrubbed his feet before nearly rubbing him down with a mysterious balm when Feyd insisted they stop, eyes warning of firm retribution. The men shared a look, then bowed, talking amongst themselves as they left the bathhouse. He sighed frustratedly as the doors closed behind them.

His muscles relaxed as he reentered the water, reclining his head and closing his eyes, inhaling the steam. His wife…

Another set of doors opened but Feyd ignored them. He heard the sound of fabric dragging over the tiles and lazily opened his eyes when they stopped, regarding Tii Sanura with a soothed expression. She seemed timid, he noticed.

“Your servants are far too familiar,” he said, wanting to ply her with his own humiliation.

“Yes,” she merely agreed.

He eyed her as she stood wrapped in a long, purple, silk robe. He dared to smile.

“Are you hiding from me, Tii-Tii?”

She seemed to blush as she sighed heavily and averted her gaze.

“I have never…shown myself to a man before.”

“I am not a man, I am your husband.”

“Do try to sound less eager,” she reprimanded, slowly sitting down and dipping her feet into the water.

Feyd watched her with amusement, sitting up in the water, watching how she averted her gaze from his chiseled torso as he moved towards her.

“Is Her Highness waiting for permission,” he teased, mindful not to come too close.

Tii Sanura hesitated. She knew of his exploits, how insatiable he was despite the restraint he had exercised while in her mother and father’s court. But now there was nothing between them, no saving grace.

“Promise you’ll be gentle,” she said, finally meeting his dark gaze.

Feyd was taken aback by such a request. She slowly lowered the robe, eyes darting away again. He wanted to make her look at him like the proud woman he knew, not the timid girl before him.

“I have never been with a man before. You are my first.”

She quickly slipped into the water, wrapping her arms around herself. He couldn’t deny the desire he felt seeing the water droplets already forming on her tattooed, shimmering skin.

“After the ship, I find that hard to believe,” he said with a hint of a smile.

“A trick I learned from a servant,” she admitted, “I have not laid with a man. I haven’t desired it.”

He finally came close enough to caress her arms, wanting to soothe her into his lead. She met his eyes uncertainly.

“Do you desire it now, Sanura,” he rasped lowly, adding, “I will be gentle.”

She didn’t speak, but leaned forward to kiss him, tasting the salt on his lips as he carefully embraced her, holding her flush against him as their kiss deepened, and her velvet tongue welcomed his. He held the base of her head as she gradually softened, her arms resting against his body, her breasts slowly pressing against his firm chest. He inhaled deeply, parting their lips to take a breath. The steam was choking him. A soft gasp came from her lips as she remembered to take a inhale. She looked up at him as her arms fell open, and her lids grew heavy as he kissed her again. This time they didn’t stop. There was no one around to stop them anymore.

Tii Sanura’s chest caved with every trembling breath that passed through her nose as Feyd’s fingers pressed into her skin, one hand snaking up her back and curling his fingers into her braids, pulling her head back slowly as her hands timidly glided over his shoulders and she pressed herself closer against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Their bodies swayed, making ripples throughout the water, but they didn’t make a splash or a sound, the only noise was their lips meeting and barely daring to part before their tongues slid together and another kiss was sealed. Feyd’s grip on the back of her head tightened before it loosened, and he suddenly swept her up by her thighs, bringing her to the edge of the pool.

“Push yourself up,” he muttered, and she followed his guide, “Lie back.”

She reclined onto the warm stone floor, her lips stinging and swollen from his hungry kisses as his hands firmly took hold of the tops of her thighs and parted them. He gave her no time to prepare for his hunger to devour the soft, sensitive skin that led down between her legs and crescendo into his tongue pressing and gliding against her core, making her tense and shiver.

“Relax,” he whispered against her.

His tongue slid and rolled, pressing her body against the floor then arching her back and grabbing a moan from her throat. He pushed her legs back, making her face flush from the sheer indecency, and began to use his entire mouth, holding her still as she held her fingers between her teeth and fought to keep hold over her breath.

“Feyd,” she breathed, desperate, but he didn’t answer.

She tasted so, very, sweet.

A soft cry came from lips, and Feyd eagerly lapped up his reward for his hard work; it wet his lips and his chin and he sought more and she cried out louder, her thighs clenching against his fingers as he sealed his mouth and pressed his tongue inside, tasting more of what made his mouth water every time he bathed alone, watched her walk, felt her pulse against his fingertips. Her head threw about listlessly as he insisted further, his hands moving up to grip the sides of her quivering stomach firmly, and she weakly placed one of her hands over his.

His wife. His wife.

She came again, agonized from the effort, gripping his hand tightly, and he finally released her, pushing himself out of the water and climbing on top of her, pressing himself against her slick pussy and groaning. He pressed his weeping forehead against hers, his gaze scathing.

“Tell me,” he whispered, feeling her quiver with each roll of his hips, “How much you want it.”

Her eyebrows had creased in surrender as she leaned up against him, pressing a hand against his chest.

“Do it,” she demanded, then, weakly, “Please.”

He smiled. “I think I like you this way, wife…”

He swooped down and kissed across her throat, feeling her swallow, and skinned his teeth against her pulse, feeling her hang onto him as if there were anywhere to fall, as if the ground beneath her would disappear.

“Put your legs over my shoulders,” he instructed, looking down at how his thick manhood rubbed against her cunt, his breath shuddering, “I’ll give it to you easy this time; you’ve been so good so long…”

He lined himself up, then slowly pressed himself into her pulsing core, his hands clenching into fists at the way she squeezed, swallowing thickly as her breath and her moan feebly reached his ears.

“My pretty little wife,” he breathed against the shell of her ear as their hips connected.

“Feyd,” was all she could manage, “Don’t…”

“I won’t stop,” he assured her.

He pulled his hips back then firmly thrust into her, then again, then she began to hold onto his shoulders as he kept the thrusts close and hard, he forgot to be gentle, she couldn’t help but need more. Her nails dug into his skin as his hips rocked against hers. Their breaths grew heavy, desperate, their bodies intertwined and pressed against each other and melded. There were no thoughts, no separation between them. They were one breath, one moment. And that moment burned red hot, scalded them to the point that once they’d finished, they couldn’t move. He was still inside her, her stomach was still quaking and sweating. She caressed his scalp, wiping streams of salt off of her face and lips.

He looked up at her, resting his face on her breast. She wiped the sweat from his brow. She has many clever things to say, but no energy to say them. Her head fell back on the floor, and her eyes shut.

His wife, she thought to herself.

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Life Insurance Premium Calculator: Plan Smart, Secure Smarter

When planning for your family's financial future, choosing the Right Life Insurance Policy is essential, but understanding the premium cost is just as important. That’s where a Life Insurance Premium Calculator becomes a powerful tool. It helps you estimate how much you'll need to pay to get the life cover and benefits you desire.

In this article, we’ll explore what a life insurance premium calculator is, how it works, and why it’s vital when comparing the best life insurance policy options.

What is a Life Insurance Premium Calculator?

A Life Insurance Premium Calculator is an online tool that helps individuals estimate the premium they need to pay for a particular life insurance policy. It uses various parameters such as age, income, policy term, sum assured, and smoking habits to provide an accurate premium estimate.

This tool is especially helpful when comparing life insurance plans or determining affordability before making a financial commitment.

Why Use a Life Insurance Premium Calculator?

Using a premium calculator before buying a policy ensures you:

Avoid Under or Over Coverage

Understand Premium Variations Across Plans

Compare the Cost of Different Policy Terms

Evaluate the Impact of Riders/Add-ons

Make Informed Financial Decisions

How Does the Life Insurance Premium Calculator Work?

The calculator works by taking specific inputs from you and instantly generating a premium estimate based on your selected life insurance plan. Here's how:

Age – Younger individuals usually pay lower premiums.

Gender – Premium rates may vary based on gender; for example, females often have slightly lower premiums due to lower risk statistics.

Policy Term – The length of the coverage period affects the premium. Longer policy terms generally lead to higher premiums.

Sum Assured – This is the coverage amount you want. A higher sum assured means a higher premium.

Type of Policy – Whether it's Term Insurance, Whole Life Insurance, ULIP, Endowment, or Money-Back Plan—each type has different premium structures.

Smoking Habits – Smokers are considered high-risk, and hence pay higher premiums compared to non-smokers.

Riders/Add-ons – Adding extra benefits like Critical Illness Cover, Accidental Death Benefit, or Waiver of Premium increases the premium amount.

Benefits of Using a Life Insurance Premium Calculator

Let’s look at the key benefits of life insurance premium calculators:

✅ Quick Estimates: Get instant quotes without paperwork or waiting.

✅ Customizable Options: Modify variables to find the perfect plan.

✅ Informed Comparison: Compare multiple insurers and types of life insurance policies.

✅ Transparent Costing: No hidden charges or surprises.

✅ Time-Saving: Avoid agent consultations for basic premium insights.

Types of Life Insurance Policies You Can Calculate Premiums For

Before using a premium calculator, it’s important to know the types of life insurance policies commonly available:

1. Term Life Insurance

Pure protection plan offering high coverage at low premiums.

2. Whole Life Insurance

Covers your entire life (usually up to 99 or 100 years), with maturity or death benefit.

3. Endowment Plans

Offer savings along with life cover, ideal for long-term wealth creation.

4. Unit Linked Insurance Plans (ULIPs)

Market-linked plans that offer dual benefits of investment and insurance.

5. Money Back Policies

Provide periodic returns along with life cover.

Each of these policies can have different premium amounts, so the calculator helps you find what suits your budget and goals.

Features of Life Insurance Premium Calculators

User-Friendly Interface – Simple and easy to use; no financial expertise required.

2. Mobile-Friendly – Works smoothly on smartphones, so you can calculate premiums anytime, anywhere.

3. No Personal Details Needed – Most calculators give you premium estimates without asking for your phone number, email, or OTP.

4. Rider Comparison – You can add or remove riders like critical illness or accidental death benefit to see how they impact your premium.

5. Real-Time Calculation – Instantly generates accurate premium quotes so you can make quick and informed decisions.

Importance of Life Insurance in Financial Planning

Understanding the importance of life insurance is key before even calculating the premium. Life insurance:

Acts as income replacement for your family.

Helps cover outstanding debts, especially home loans.

Offers tax-saving benefits under Section 80C and 10(10D).

Helps build wealth or retirement corpus (in savings-based plans).

Offers peace of mind through financial security.

Using a life insurance premium calculator ensures that you can achieve all these benefits while staying within your budget.

How to Use an Online Life Insurance Calculator

Most insurance providers and aggregators offer free online calculators. Here’s a step-by-step guide:

Visit the insurer's official website.

Go to the Life Insurance Plans section.

Click on “Calculate Premium.”

Enter your age, annual income, policy term, and sum assured.

Add any riders like critical illness or accidental death benefit.

Click “Calculate” to view your premium.

Now you can compare plans or tweak values to match your financial goals.

Tips for Choosing the Best Life Insurance Policy

To make the most of your premium calculation and plan selection, keep the following in mind:

Choose a plan based on your life stage (young, married, with kids, nearing retirement).

Opt for a sum assured that is at least 10–15 times your annual income.

Consider whole life insurance if you want long-term family protection.

Look for flexible plans with premium waiver and critical illness riders.

Always check claim settlement ratio and customer service of the insurer.

Final Thoughts

A Life Insurance Premium Calculator is a must-use tool when planning to buy a life insurance policy. It ensures you're not underinsured or overburdened by premium costs. Whether you’re exploring term insurance, whole life insurance, or investment-linked plans, calculating your premium first will give you the clarity and confidence to make the right choice.

With rising uncertainties, understanding the features of life insurance, and utilizing digital tools to find the best life insurance policy has become more important than ever. So don’t delay—use a premium calculator today and take the first step toward protecting your family’s future.

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Google Workspace for Business | Shrevya Technologies

Effective and fast communication, timely information sharing, and protection of information are some of the basic requirements that must be met in the contemporary world. That is where Google Workspace fits the bill — and when you work with Shrevya Technologies as your provider, going all-in on the cloud has never been easier.

For instance, as an authorized Google Workspace partner, Shrevya Technologies is playing a strategic role in implementing end-to-end solutions for many companies operating in India. No matter if you are a startup, small and medium enterprise, or big corporation, with Shrevya, you can get the most out of the Google Workspace system.

“Why Google Workspace with Shrevya?”

Shrevya Technologies does not simply provide licenses to its digital content — it provides a partnership service. Being a Google Workspace Partner, Shrevya guarantees a perfect onboarding experience, swift and efficient migration, and constant support to your team to bring the utmost out of your team’s productivity.

The Advantages of Using Google Workspace in Your Company

Seamless Collaboration

Integrate tools and effectively collaborate with others from any part of the globe in real-time. Google Docs, Sheets, and Slides employ the feature of multiple people working at the same time, which is a great advantage as it tackles problems related to version control.

Enhanced Communication

This Smart Connector is to stay connected to Google Meet for large video meetings with high-definition video conferencing for hundreds of people. Organize in the form of screen sharing, live chat, and real-time tools that help to ensure that the whole team is on the same page.

Enterprise-Grade Security

Google Workspace for business protects the data of your business through two-factor authentication, encrypted connections, and data loss prevention measures. High security is afforded to your data because Google has a solid foundation to support this service.

Smarter Email Management

In addition to email, much is provided in Gmail for business. You get smarter suggestions, filters, advanced anti-spam protection, and more to help you avoid all the distractions and concentrate on important information.

Customizable Workspace

Customize Google Workspace to your business’s specific features. The features you want are easily implemented; it also allows for added extensions, customization of the interface, and integration of third-party tools for a fit for your operations.

Google Workspace for Everyone

Google Workspace adjusts to your needs, whether you’re a single user or a member of a large organization.

For individuals: Combine all of your tools into a single, efficient experience, such as Gmail, Calendar, and Drive.

Use messaging and video conferences to stay in touch.

Create and distribute documents, spreadsheets, and presentations with ease by utilizing creative tools.

For companies: Facilitate cross-departmental and cross-location teamwork.

Continue to communicate regularly via Meet, Chat, and Gmail.

To improve workflow efficiency and streamline processes, integrate Google Workspace with additional tools.

A Quick Overview of the Main Features of Intelligent Productivity Tools

Grammar and Smart Compose Advice

Cloud-based File Sharing and Storage

Smooth Office File Integration

Access from Any Device

Meetings with Closed Captioning

Why Shrevya Technologies?

Your digital transformation journey can be greatly impacted by your choice of Google Workspace partner. Shrevya Technologies provides:

Certified Proficiency: We contribute a wealth of expertise and practical experience as a Google Workspace Partner.

Seamless Migration: Take advantage of minimal downtime during data transfer and onboarding.

24/7 Support: Our committed staff is available to help you at any time.

Customized Solutions: We match the features of Google Workspace to your unique business objectives.

Many people trust it: it is recognized as a trustworthy and respectable supplier of cloud solutions throughout India.

Let’s begin.

Are you prepared to revamp your work area? Shrevya Technologies is available to help you at every stage, whether you’re moving from one platform to another or creating a completely new environment.

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Discover the Best Gold IRA Investment Options for $500k

In the current economic landscape, securing one’s financial future has never been more critical. For individuals approaching retirement or those looking to diversify their investment portfolio, gold IRAs present a robust and time-tested solution. When dealing with a significant sum such as $500,000, the decision to invest in physical gold within an IRA offers a tangible asset that can serve as both a hedge against inflation and a safeguard during times of economic uncertainty.

Why Choose Gold for Your IRA?

Gold has historically been a safe haven during financial turbulence. Its intrinsic value, unaffected by currency fluctuations or market volatility, makes it an appealing choice for investors seeking to protect their wealth. When investing in a Gold IRA, particularly one backed by physical gold, investors gain exposure to a precious metal that offers a unique blend of security and potential growth.

Types of Gold IRA Investment Options

Traditional Gold IRA

A Traditional Gold IRA allows investors to allocate pre-tax dollars to purchase gold, which grows tax-deferred until withdrawal. With $500K at your disposal, this option gives you the ability to amass a substantial position in physical gold, which will be stored by an IRS-approved custodian. Investors are required to wait until the age of 59½ to begin withdrawals without incurring penalties.

Roth Gold IRA

In contrast to the traditional option, a Roth Gold IRA offers tax-free growth, provided that the account holder meets the necessary requirements. Contributions to this account are made with after-tax dollars, but qualified distributions are tax-free. This is particularly appealing for those looking to protect their wealth from future tax hikes and ensure that their gold investment is free from future taxation.

SEP Gold IRA

For self-employed individuals or small business owners, a SEP Gold IRA presents an excellent opportunity. This option allows for higher contribution limits, making it an ideal solution for those with substantial income. As with the traditional IRA, the gold assets held in the SEP IRA are tax-deferred, with required minimum distributions starting at the age of 72.

Investing in Physical Gold

One of the most significant advantages of a Gold IRA is the option to hold physical gold. This is where your $500K can be invested directly into tangible assets such as gold bars, coins, or rounds. The appeal of physical gold lies in its ability to be stored securely and accessed if necessary. Popular options for physical gold within an IRA include:

Gold Coins: Coins such as the American Gold Eagle, Canadian Gold Maple Leaf, and the South African Krugerrand are all IRA-approved. These coins come in various weights and offer liquidity in the market.

Gold Bars: Large gold bars (weighing in at 1 kilogram or more) can also be stored in a Gold IRA. These bars offer a more cost-effective way to buy gold since they generally come with lower premiums than coins.

Gold Rounds: While similar to coins, gold rounds are not government-minted but are widely accepted for investment purposes. They are typically more affordable than coins while still offering the same value.

Storage and Security of Physical Gold

When investing in physical gold, one of the most important factors to consider is storage. The IRS mandates that all physical gold in a Gold IRA must be stored in an approved depository. These secure storage facilities ensure that your gold is stored in compliance with IRS regulations and protected from theft or damage. Investors can select from a network of depositories across the U.S., each offering robust security features such as 24/7 surveillance, insurance, and multi-layered access protocols.

Considerations for a $500K Investment

With $500K, you have the opportunity to diversify your gold holdings, potentially splitting the investment between coins, bars, and rounds to balance both security and liquidity. However, several considerations should be kept in mind before proceeding with this investment:

Premiums and Fees: Physical gold often comes with higher premiums, especially for coins. These premiums are in addition to the spot price of gold and can vary significantly depending on the type of gold you purchase. Additionally, custodial fees and storage charges for the gold can add up, so it is essential to factor in these expenses when determining the potential return on your investment.

Liquidity and Market Conditions: Although gold is a highly liquid asset, selling physical gold might take longer than other investments such as stocks or bonds. Market conditions also affect the price of gold, so investors should remain attuned to global economic trends that may impact the value of their holdings.

Diversification: While gold is a strong asset for protecting wealth, it should not be the sole investment in your portfolio. Diversifying your investments, including stocks, bonds, and real estate, alongside gold, ensures greater stability in your overall strategy.

For those with a substantial portfolio, such as a $500K Gold IRA investment, a Gold IRA backed by physical gold offers a powerful way to secure wealth. With multiple options to suit individual preferences, including Traditional, Roth, and SEP Gold IRAs, investors can tailor their strategy for tax efficiency and long-term growth. By investing in physical gold, you not only gain exposure to a valuable asset but also ensure a degree of protection against economic uncertainties.

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Discover the Sacred Power of Shaligrams: A Guide by Nepa Rudraksha

Shaligrams are unique and powerful stones found in the sacred rivers of Nepal and India, particularly the Gandaki River. These stones are deeply connected to Lord Vishnu, one of the principal deities in Hinduism. In this blog, we’ll take a closer look at what Shaligrams are, their significance, and how they can benefit those who use them in their spiritual practices.

What are Shaligrams?

Shaligrams are naturally occurring stones with distinct marks or patterns. They are black stones with circular shapes, and their surface often features grooves or indentations that resemble the forms of Lord Vishnu's symbols, such as his conch, discus, and mace. These patterns are unique to each stone, and many people believe that these marks connect the stone to Vishnu’s energy.

The Importance of Shaligrams in Hindu Practices

In Hindu tradition, Shaligrams are used as symbols of Lord Vishnu's presence. They are not just stones; they are considered powerful tools for spiritual growth and blessings. People keep them at home, in temples, or use them during rituals and prayers. The idea is that by keeping Shaligrams in your space, you invite positive energy and the protection of Lord Vishnu.

Shaligrams and Their Connection to Lord Vishnu

Each Shaligram is believed to carry the energy of Lord Vishnu. The grooves and patterns on the stones are thought to symbolize different aspects of Vishnu’s powers and his role in the universe. By worshipping these stones, practitioners hope to receive blessings for prosperity, protection, and peace.

How Shaligrams Benefit Spiritual Seekers

Using Shaligrams in your daily practice can bring several benefits. People often report feeling more centered and peaceful in their lives, as Shaligrams are said to encourage spiritual growth. They are also believed to provide protection from negative energies and help individuals develop a deeper connection with their faith.

For those who practice meditation or yoga, keeping a Shaligram nearby can aid in focusing the mind and maintaining a calm, balanced state. It can also help in clearing obstacles in life, particularly in areas of health, wealth, and relationships.

How to Use Shaligrams in Your Daily Practice

Shaligrams can be kept in a clean and sacred space, like an altar or a prayer room. You can place them in a bowl of water or keep them on a special cloth. Regular prayers or mantras offered to these stones are believed to bring the blessings of Lord Vishnu into your life.

Learn about the Shaligram Pooja Vidhi here.

Shaligrams can also be used in rituals during special occasions or festivals. Many people place them on their worship altars during ceremonies to receive the energy of Lord Vishnu. By chanting specific prayers and keeping the Shaligram clean, practitioners strengthen their connection to the stone and invite positive changes into their lives.

Nepa Shaligrams: Authentic and Powerful Stones

At Nepa Rudraksha, we offer authentic Shaligrams sourced directly from Nepal’s Gandaki River. Our Shaligrams are carefully selected for their unique patterns and connection to Lord Vishnu. Each one is treated with respect and offered with the intention to bring positivity and balance to your spiritual practice.

If you’re looking for a genuine Shaligram to enhance your spiritual journey, we offer a variety of stones that can be integrated into your home or temple. These stones can help bring peace, prosperity, and protection as you continue on your spiritual path.

Shaligrams are powerful spiritual tools that can enhance your practice and bring blessings into your life. Whether you keep them in your home, use them in rituals, or simply meditate with them, these stones offer a unique connection to Lord Vishnu’s energy. At Nepa Rudraksha, we are dedicated to providing high-quality, authentic Shaligrams that support your spiritual journey.

Explore our collection of Shaligrams today and experience their energy for yourself.

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Bideex: A Smarter Way to Trade Globally

In today’s interconnected world, buying and selling goods and services across borders has never been easier. With the rise of online marketplaces, consumers now have access to a wealth of products and opportunities from every corner of the globe. One platform leading the charge in simplifying this process is Bideex, a global marketplace that seamlessly connects buyers and sellers from around the world. Whether you're looking to purchase electronics, rent a property, sell a vehicle, or even find a job, Bideex offers a secure and efficient environment to meet your needs.

A Diverse Range of Categories

Bideex is designed to cater to a wide variety of needs, providing a one-stop platform for everything from physical goods to services. The marketplace is organized into categories, making it easy for users to navigate and find exactly what they’re looking for. Some of the key categories on Bideex include:

Electronics: From the latest smartphones and laptops to home appliances and tech gadgets, Bideex offers a comprehensive selection of electronics at competitive prices. Sellers can reach global customers, while buyers can find both new and pre-owned items at affordable rates.

Vehicles: Looking to buy or sell a car, motorcycle, or even a boat? Bideex’s vehicle section allows individuals and dealers to list vehicles for sale or trade. Detailed listings and secure transaction features ensure that both buyers and sellers can complete deals with confidence.

Real Estate: Whether you’re searching for a home to rent, a vacation property, or a commercial space, Bideex makes real estate transactions simple and secure. Buyers and renters can browse listings across different regions, while sellers and landlords can easily connect with interested parties.

Jobs & Services: Bideex extends its marketplace to the world of work, connecting job seekers with employers in various industries. In addition to traditional employment opportunities, the platform also offers a range of services, from freelance gigs to professional services like graphic design, legal advice, and tutoring.

Safe and Secure Transactions

One of the most important aspects of any online marketplace is the security of transactions. Bideex takes this responsibility seriously, implementing a range of features designed to protect both buyers and sellers. Secure payment systems, escrow services, and buyer protection policies ensure that funds are only exchanged once both parties are satisfied with the terms of the transaction.

The platform also utilizes advanced encryption technologies to safeguard personal information, so users can browse and trade with peace of mind. In the unlikely event of a dispute, Bideex offers mediation services to resolve issues fairly and efficiently.

User-Friendly Interface

Bideex is designed to be accessible and user-friendly, with a clean interface that makes it easy to browse listings, contact sellers, and manage your account. Whether you're using a desktop computer or mobile device, the platform is optimized for both, ensuring a smooth experience for users on any device.

The search functionality is intuitive, allowing users to filter listings by price, location, and other criteria, helping them find exactly what they need without hassle. For sellers, listing items is quick and straightforward, with helpful prompts to guide them through the process.

Join the Global Marketplace Today

As e-commerce continues to grow and evolve, platforms like Bideex are at the forefront of creating new opportunities for global trade. By connecting buyers and sellers across borders, Bideex helps individuals and businesses access a wider market, offering convenience, security, and flexibility.

Whether you’re looking to buy a gadget, rent a car, or offer your services to a global audience, Bideex is the smart choice for anyone looking to trade in today’s digital age. Join Bideex today and experience a smarter way to buy, sell, and rent with confidence!

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Transform Your School with India’s First Moodle Integrated System – CuteBrains!

In the rapidly evolving world of education, having the right tools can make all the difference. CuteBrains, India’s first school management system integrated with Moodle, is revolutionizing the way schools operate by merging the best of administrative efficiency and innovative learning. Designed to cater to the unique needs of Indian schools, CuteBrains offers a comprehensive solution that not only streamlines administrative tasks but also enhances the learning experience for students and teachers alike.

Why CuteBrains?

CuteBrains sets itself apart by being the first in India to integrate Moodle, the globally recognized learning management system (LMS), directly into school management. This powerful combination ensures that schools have a robust platform that handles both academic and administrative needs seamlessly. Here’s how CuteBrains is transforming schools across the country:

1. Seamless Administration and Academic Integration

CuteBrains integrates Moodle’s extensive learning tools directly into the school management system, allowing for a unified platform where administrative tasks and academic activities work hand in hand. Teachers can manage subjects, assignments, and grading within the same platform used for attendance, fee management, and student records. This integration eliminates the need for multiple software solutions, simplifying the workflow for teachers and administrators.

2. Enhanced Learning Experience

The Moodle integration in CuteBrains brings a wealth of interactive learning tools to the classroom. Teachers can easily create and share study materials, assignments, quizzes, and more, all within a digital environment that students find engaging and intuitive. The platform supports blended learning, online classes, and even virtual discussions, making education accessible anytime, anywhere. By incorporating these advanced tools, CuteBrains empowers teachers to deliver personalized and effective learning experiences.

3. Administrative Processes

For school administrators, CuteBrains offers a host of features that reduce the daily workload. The platform automates attendance, fee collection, timetable management, and transport tracking, allowing staff to focus on more strategic tasks. The integration with Moodle means that data flows seamlessly between administrative and academic sections, providing a complete overview of each student’s performance, attendance, and progress.

4. Simplified Communication

Communication between teachers, students, and parents is made easy with CuteBrains. Announcements, grades, attendance reports, and important updates can be shared instantly through the platform, keeping everyone informed and engaged. The integrated messaging system allows for direct communication, reducing delays and enhancing collaboration.

5. Advanced Analytics and Reporting

CuteBrains equips schools with powerful analytics tools that provide insights into student performance, attendance trends, and administrative efficiency. These data-driven insights help educators identify areas that need attention and enable administrators to make informed decisions that enhance school operations. The integration with Moodle ensures that academic data is always up-to-date and easily accessible.

6. Secure and User-Friendly Interface

Security and user experience are at the heart of CuteBrains. The platform is designed to be intuitive, ensuring that all users—from administrators to students—can navigate and utilize the features with ease. Data security measures ensure that all information is protected, giving schools peace of mind.

7. Tailored for Schools

CuteBrains understands the unique challenges faced by educational institutions. With customizable features, the platform adapts to the specific needs of each school, whether it’s managing handling complex fee structures, or aligning with national educational standards.

Conclusion

CuteBrains is not just a school management system; it’s a complete solution that integrates the best of administrative management with innovative learning. As India’s first Moodle-integrated system, it offers schools a unique opportunity to modernize their operations, enhance the educational experience, and stay ahead in the digital age. Transform your school with CuteBrains today and discover the future of education management!

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Feng Shui for Interiors

Using Feng Shui principles to design harmonious spaces

Understanding Feng Shui

At its core, Feng Shui is about the flow of energy, or "chi," through a space. According to this philosophy, everything in your environment carries energy, and the way objects are arranged can either enhance or block this energy. By carefully arranging your home and selecting specific elements, you can encourage the free flow of positive energy, which in turn can improve your well-being, relationships, and even financial success.

1. Start with a Clear Space

Before diving into Feng Shui, it's essential to declutter your space. Clutter is one of the biggest obstacles to good energy flow, as it blocks chi and creates stagnant energy. Take the time to clear out unnecessary items, organize your belongings, and create a clean and open environment. This will set the stage for the positive energy you want to invite into your home.

2. Focus on the Entryway

The entryway is one of the most important areas in Feng Shui, as it serves as the "mouth of chi" where energy enters your home. To attract positive energy, keep your entryway clean, well-lit, and free of obstacles. Consider adding plants, artwork, or a welcoming rug to make the space inviting. A strong front door is also essential, as it symbolizes protection and the ability to attract opportunities.

3. Balance the Elements

Feng Shui is deeply rooted in the balance of the five elements: wood, fire, earth, metal, and water. Each element represents different aspects of life and should be balanced throughout your space to create harmony. For example, wood symbolizes growth and vitality, while water represents abundance and flow. Incorporate these elements through furniture, colors, textures, and accessories to create a balanced and harmonious environment.

4. Mindful Furniture Placement

The placement of furniture plays a crucial role in Feng Shui. To encourage a positive energy flow, arrange furniture so that it promotes openness and accessibility. Avoid placing furniture in direct alignment with doors, as this can create a sense of unease and disrupt the flow of chi. In living rooms, arrange seating in a circular or U-shaped configuration to encourage conversation and connection.

5. Enhance the Bagua Map

The Bagua map is a tool used in Feng Shui to analyze the energy flow in different areas of your home. It divides your space into nine sections, each corresponding to different aspects of life, such as wealth, relationships, and career. By enhancing the energy in specific areas of the Bagua map, you can focus on improving particular areas of your life. For example, placing a water feature in the wealth corner of your home can help attract abundance and prosperity.

6. Incorporate Natural Light and Air

Light and air are essential components of good Feng Shui. Natural light brings warmth and vitality into a space, while fresh air encourages the flow of positive energy. Keep windows clean and unobstructed, and use mirrors strategically to reflect light and expand energy. Additionally, consider using air-purifying plants to improve air quality and bring a sense of nature indoors.

7. Create a Calm and Balanced Bedroom

The bedroom is one of the most important areas in Feng Shui, as it's where you rest, rejuvenate, and connect with your partner. To create a harmonious bedroom, position the bed so that you can see the door without being directly in line with it, known as the "commanding position." Use soft, calming colors, avoid electronics, and keep the space clutter-free to promote relaxation and restful sleep.

8. Incorporate Symbols of Positivity

In Feng Shui, certain symbols are believed to carry positive energy and can be used to enhance the harmony of a space. For example, a pair of mandarin ducks symbolizes love and partnership, while a laughing Buddha is associated with joy and prosperity. Incorporate these symbols into your decor to invite their associated energies into your home.

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Fauna y Flora de Yara: Crocodiles

If you explore Yara long enough, chances are you will encounter crocodiles along the coastline as well as inland around rivers and lakes. In this article, you will learn about Yara’s crocodiles, their importance in our society as well as some safety tips if you ever find yourself face to face with these majestic but dangerous creatures.

Species: Yaran vs Yanqui

Yaran Crocodile

Indigenous to our country, they are smaller than their American counterparts with a longer snout and generally live and hunt in small groups (basks? A float? I’m sure there is a fancy word for a bunch of crocs other than run!)

American Crocodile

They are HUGE. More than triple the size of our indigenous crocs. They emit a deep rumbling sound when disturbed. American crocodiles were introduced into Yara by the Castillo administration for reasons unknown.

American Crocodile vs fighting roosters.

Size comparison Yaran vs Yanqui crocs.

Importance in Yaran Society

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There is so much to say about crocodiles. We do try and keep these articles as concise as possible, but there is a lot to cover.

Crocodile Farms

Our crocodile farms are more intended as tourist attractions rather than actually raising crocodiles. There are several of them across the island as well as theme parks. Too many to show them all but notable attractions include:

Ortega Croc Farm where you can sit and enjoy a meal while watching crocodiles go about their crocodile business. This farm also holds a special mixed breed croc named “Beatriz” on display.

Ortega Croc Farm in Aguas Lindas, Madrugada featuring Beatriz.

Serpentino Park on Cortina River features breathtaking habitats where you can encounter crocodiles in their natural environment. Guided tours may be offered. Check schedules at the visitor centre. Bring mosquito repellent. 

Serpentino Park on Cortina River, Costa del Mar, Madrugada.

Hunting and Food Source  

People hunt them for food as much as they hunt humans for the same reason.

Pop-culture and the Arts

Croco-Taxi: These novelty taxis are obviously aimed at tourists. The idea was borrowed from our Cuban neighbours but we like to pretend we came up with it.

Sculptures: Yarans from the upper class will commission impressive sculptures featuring crocodiles as a display of power and wealth.

Paintings of crocodiles in a rich gusano's bathroom and office space.

"Art Nouveau:" Taxidermy...not sure how well I would sleep with a dead croc hanging over my bed, but to each his or her own.

Habitat and Conservation

Crocodiles are everywhere even if you can’t always see them.

Yaran crocodiles silently gliding under a fishing boat, Cortina River, Costa del Mar.

Despite our government’s every effort to protect crocodile habitats, there has been occurrences of toxic spills as a consequence of Viviro™ production with disastrous impact on wildlife, including crocodiles.

A mutated crocodile in Cienaga Nublada National Park - Cocodrilo Swamps, Balaceras, Valle de Oro.

Guerrilla Warfare

Crocodiles have been utilized in guerrilla warfare - from tossing chunks of meat into military bases to attract wild crocodiles to actually training them as attacking combatants.

Safety Around Crocodiles

We don’t really need to tell you that crocodiles are dangerous animals but let’s stress the fact anyway. - We are working on a Crocodile Safety Instructional Video which will be made available in the near future. Stay tuned. 

In the meantime, if you do find yourself in the murderous clutches of a crocodile, here are a few tips to increase your chances of survival:

You will want to press into the roof of the crocodile's mouth to release/loosen its grip..

Remove your body part from the mouth as fast as possible and clock the thing in the eye..

Then kick as hard as you can and run away.

As you see, crocodiles are truly a part of the very fabric of Yara and, like them or hate them, they are unlikely to go anywhere anytime soon. Yara is their island and we just live on it.

Editor's Note: Loco por los Cocodrilos

Some crazy cabrón held a funeral for his pet croc.

Some even crazier cabrón had a relationship with his pet croc and he  … well .. you don’t wanna know. She ate him in the end and she lived happily ever after. Or not. She was shot. What’s wrong with people?

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Stevns Klint

Welcome to Stevns Klint, a UNESCO World Heritage site in Denmark that promises to take you on a journey through millions of years of Earth's history. Join us as we delve into the breathtaking beauty and scientific significance of this iconic coastal cliff.

Thanks to its unique geological features and scientific importance, Stevns Klint was designated a UNESCO World Heritage site in 2014. This prestigious designation recognizes the site's outstanding universal value and ensures its protection for future generations to study and enjoy.

Stevns Klint is a geological masterpiece, a towering chalk cliff that stretches along the Danish coastline for over 15 kilometers. Formed over millions of years by the accumulation of marine sediments, this majestic cliff offers a rare glimpse into the Earth's ancient past, with each layer of chalk bearing witness to a different chapter in geological history.

As you stand atop Stevns Klint, gazing out over the shimmering waters of the Baltic Sea, you can't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer scale and beauty of this natural wonder. But it's not just the breathtaking views that make Stevns Klint special – it's also the wealth of geological treasures hidden within its layers.

Stevns Klint is renowned for its rich fossil record, which includes an abundance of marine fossils dating back millions of years. Visitors to the site can marvel at fossilized sea creatures embedded in the chalk, providing valuable insights into ancient marine ecosystems and evolutionary processes. But perhaps the most extraordinary discovery made at Stevns Klint is the presence of a layer of sediment containing iridium, a rare element that is commonly associated with meteorite impacts. This discovery provided conclusive evidence for the theory that a massive asteroid impact triggered the mass extinction event that wiped out the dinosaurs 66 million years ago.

Visitors to Stevns Klint can explore the cliff on foot via a network of hiking trails that wind their way along the coastline, offering panoramic views of the sea and the surrounding countryside. Along the way, interpretive signs provide insight into the geological history of the area, allowing visitors to learn about the fascinating processes that shaped Stevns Klint over millions of years.

Preserving Stevns Klint for future generations is a top priority for Danish authorities, who have implemented measures to protect the cliff from erosion and ensure its continued conservation. These efforts include stabilizing the cliff face, monitoring erosion rates, and promoting sustainable tourism practices that minimize the impact on the fragile ecosystem.

In addition to its scientific significance, Stevns Klint also offers a wealth of recreational opportunities for visitors to enjoy. From hiking and birdwatching to picnicking and beachcombing, there's something for everyone to experience amidst the stunning natural beauty of this UNESCO World Heritage site.

Ready to embark on your own adventure to Stevns Klint? Plan your visit today and discover the wonders of this UNESCO World Heritage site for yourself. Whether you're a seasoned geologist, a nature lover, or simply someone who appreciates the beauty of the natural world, Stevns Klint is sure to leave you spellbound with its timeless allure and scientific intrigue. 🌊 🇩🇰