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jointherebellion215 · 1 month

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Flowers

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x female!reader

Summary: You're living a perfectly content life on Geidi Prime with your husband. It's a shame your mind can't rest, sparked by glimpses of a life unknown. Loosely based on the song from Hadestown.

Word Count: 1.5k

TW: Dark!Feyd-Rautha, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, yandere!Feyd-Rautha, manipulation, gaslighting, like SO much gaslighting holy shit, descriptions of violence, abusive relationship, emotional abuse, isolation, tragedy, nonconsensual drug use, nonconsensual medical treatement, induced memory loss, amnesia, dubious consent, pregnancy, songfic, happy-but-not-really-happy ending, I know I said female!reader but there's virtually no pronoun usage or descriptive words in thisfor the reader besides titles so maybe GN!reader??

A/N: I'm blown away, almost 500 notes on His Kiss, the Riot? Holy shit, all of the thanks! Here it is, the final part! I'm ending it with the song that actually started this whole idea. Listening to Eva's interpretation of Eurydice singing Flowers gave me the most delicious, fucked-up bit of inspiration and this came out. I was clutching my own metaphorical pearls writing this cause damn, this gets dark. Like, way more than I thought I could write. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the end of this twisted tale. Thank you for reading! As always, I appreciate you taking the time to like, comment, and reblog.

Read Part One and Part Two

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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dune properties, characters, or storylines-- nor do I own anything related to Hadestown. The images used in this are not my own, and any similarities to stories or events other than what are directly referenced are strictly coincidence.

Lily white and poppy red

I trembled when he laid me out

“You won’t feel a thing,” he said, “when you go down”

Nothing gonna wake you now

Drops of blood.

A wicked, black smile.

“You won’t feel a thing.”

You wake up with a gasp. Your doctor had warned you about dreams like this. They weren’t real, just an aftereffect of your accident.

The medical staff for House Harkonnen had been gracious enough to inform you of your predicament. When your family had recently hosted the Harkonnens, you quickly met and fell deeply in love with the na-Baron Feyd-Rautha. Your love for each other was so intense that you had demanded to get married right away. Your father disapproved of the union, so he disowned you and banished you, demanding to never see you again.

On the journey back to Geidi Prime, a stray asteroid hit the ship and caused you to hit your head. Feyd had apparently worried for your life, which saddened you and warmed your heart. It was nice to know that someone truly cared for you. However, your mind wasn’t quite the same afterwards. Your life before Geidi Prime was completely unknown to you. Your memories were in a fragile state.

That was just a few months earlier. Unfortunately, your mind has not yet recovered your memories prior to the accident. You were diligently taking a specially brewed tea that would calm your mind so it wouldn’t fracture under the immense pressure to try and fix itself. When you asked how long it would take for you to recover, your heart cracked when they said that it may take the rest of your natural life.

While it broke your heart to hear of your father’s dismissal of your feelings, you believed that you were strong enough to carry on. Having no further ties to your home world made it better to settle in with your new family.

You are a Harkonnen now.

Now, your footsteps make the quietest of echoes as you traipse down the narrow corridor. Heads of nearby servants and slaves bow, and eyes snap to the floor as you pass by. You feel the barest of sympathies, for not being allowed the simplest of human connection with their na-Baronness. But it was paradise considering the consequences should anyone ever feel bold enough to try otherwise.

Your husband wouldn’t allow that.

Dreams are sweet, until they’re not

Men are kind, until they aren’t

Flowers bloom, until they rot and fall apart

“Can I not have a single friend on this planet?!”

You burst into your shared chambers, rage rushing through your veins. All you had wanted was to have lunch and tea with one of the few female palace advisors you had taken a liking to. Maybe share a laugh or a story. Make a connection outside of your new family. That was all ruined when Feyd barged in and gutted your companion, stomach-to-throat, while she sat in her chair.

You were sure that your shoes had trailed blood down the hallway, but your mind was focused elsewhere at the moment.

“What use would you have for friends? I am right here.” He closed in on you, grasping your arms and forcing you to look in his direction. “Am I not enough for you? Do I not give you everything you should ever desire?”

His hands tighten around your wrists, making you flinch. A stray tear falls from your eyes, guilt starts to overcome your anger.

“No, not at all, husband! You have given me everything I could have wished for and more,” You wrench your hands out of his grip and grasp his face. He showered you with gifts, never let you go hungry or thirsty and this is how you repay him? “I just… I didn’t think you would want to hear me talk about certain things. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful.”

“I know you don’t, my darling.”

You take a deep breath as you feel the tension in the room start to settle.

“Your mind is already fragile from the accident… I just want to keep you safe.”

Safe. That was the key here. He takes step back and retrieves a small dagger from his belt.

Feyd holds it up, showing you the weapon. “Did you know that your friend had a blade dipped in poison strapped onto her person?”

You can feel the blood rushing from your face. No. You didn’t know.

“I-I didn’t see a knife on her. She couldn’t have-“

“She did.”

He drops the blade and leans in closer to you, forehead aligning with yours. “There are people out there who seek to harm you, who seek to harm me through you. I can never let that happen.”

You nod furiously. You couldn’t believe that you had been so stupid.

Trust is unbelievably hard to come by in the Galactic Imperium. Your few months’ worth of memories can even attest to that. It seems that the only people you can truly rely on is family.

“I only want what’s best for you.”

You understand now.

Is anybody listening?

I open my mouth and nothing comes out

Another argument discussion had emerged from your telling of your latest dream. Your husband was convinced that you were entirely too exhausted to put any stock into what your subconscious was telling you, but you thought otherwise.

Fingers run through a patch of bright pinks, yellows, and blues—

“I swear to you, it felt so real! It was almost like a memory, like something I-,” A firm hand is placed on your shoulder as you give a slight stumble. Feyd puts a hand on your back, leading you to the edge of your bed, setting you on the bench that was placed against the footboard.

“Please, have some of your morning tea, my darling. You look a bit peaked.” You accepted the cup he gave you, settling down and taking a few sips of the warm, spiced drink. Your mind instantly calms, anxieties evaporating from your body like puffs of smoke. Never mind the memories that you had just… Floating.

Your husband is now on one knee in front of you, arms encasing your body, as his hands cup your face. He brings your eyes to meet his, seemingly searching. For what? You do not know.

“What were you saying about this dream of yours?” A pause reverberates throughout the room as your head tilts in confusion.

“My…?” You stutter, mouth opening to complete a thought that was no longer entirely there. “I can’t quite remember. What were we talking about?”

Your husband gives a smirk, analyzing your face once more before placing his hand on the dark fabric covering your swollen belly.

“Nothing of import. It seems that my heir is set on scrambling your thoughts.”

There seemed to be nothing in this world that brought more joy to Feyd-Rautha’s face than the sight of you and his unborn child. He’s more protective of you now than ever, having guards always posted near you, having you wear a shield during all public appearances. Not to mention, he was damn near insatiable in private. His hands and mouth are practically dragged away from you and your growing stomach every morning.

You give a chuckle. “I’d heard about pregnancy brain before, but never knew it to be this taxing! Perhaps I’ll take a walk later if I’m feeling up to it.”

Feyd gives your cheek a soft pat before rising to his feet, “Rest, my darling. I shall check in on the both of you later.” His hand rests next to yours, giving your belly a quick rub before he walks towards the door.

Your head goes to set on your pillow, the warmth from the tea running through your body. You must be really tired, since you fall asleep so quickly.

Quick enough to not hear the deadbolt lock clicking from the outside once the door is closed.

Flowers, I remember field of flowers

Soft beneath my heels

Walking in the sun, I remember someone

Someone by my side, turned his face to mine

The dreams start to encroach your mind while you are awake. You continue to follow your doctor’s instructions: take your daily tea, rest often, don’t overexert your body or your mind. But, ever persistent, they push through, finding parallels with your daily life to latch onto.

A hand, gently enlaced with yours, guides you through a meadow—

You husband’s hands lead you to stand with him by his uncle’s side, preparing for another ceremony.

A laugh, familiar and warm—

A chilling cackle of laughter reaches you in your viewing box, watching your husband gleefully slay another adversary in the arena.

Bright, yellow sunlight caressing your face and neck—

The black sun of Geidi Prime pulses in your periphery as you wave to a crowd below, your husband standing stoically next to you.

A kiss, given freely—

Feyd ravishes you in your chambers, lips melding together with yours.

My darling—

My love—

My darling—

“Is everything alright, my darling?”

You blink, snapping back to the present. Pale, smooth skin and blue eyes, your husband extends his hand towards you. Safe. He gives you everything. You and your child will never struggle or suffer with him. You are safe with him. Aren’t you?

Blood splatters over a patch of bright pinks, yellows, and blues—

You give a bright smile.

If you ever walk this way

Come and find me lying in the bed I made

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newhermitblogontheblock · 2 months

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Designs!

#pearlescentmoon #grian #bigbst4tz2 #skizzleman #trafficblr #hadestown au #block art #block posts

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hycinthrt · 7 months

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eurydice and persephone from a hadestown au thats been in my mind for a while, set in in the first half of 20th century mexico, and if that sounds vague its because it is. im still not sure which decade exactly, i was thinking mexican revolution first but i love the aesthetic of the golden age of mexican cinema so much

i wanted to guide myself by 'times being what they are, hard and getting harder all the time' but that could literally be all of them

#hadestown mexican au #still working on orpheus and hades #de hyacinth #art #illustration #hadestown #eurydice #persephone #hadestown au #hadestown eurydice #hadestown persephone #greek mythology #mexico #broadway #broadway musicals #hadestown fanart

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mint-chocolate-flakes · 4 months

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Poor Laura Lee, she told their story too much goddamn times, they never learn when NOT to turn around

(Lottienat as the Broadway Hadestown version and Taivan as the Off-Broadway Hadestown live album)

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets fanart #jackie taylor #natalie scatorccio #jackie x shauna #jackieshauna #laura lee #lottielee #lottienat #shauna shipman #taivan #taissa turner #van palmer #yellowjackets laura lee #yellowjackets nat #yellowjackets showtime #hadestown #hadestown au #lottie matthews

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marig01ds · 2 months

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ayo first art post

Desert Duo Hadestown AU!!

Dont think too hard about scar's arms <3

#my art #desert duo #mcyt fanart #hermitshipping #traffic smp #grian fanart #scarian #goodtimeswithscar fanart #Hadestown AU #life series #3rd life #life series fanart

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roukabi · 9 months

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A lil messy and quick but!! Here's my silly submission for @eurydice-week ! The theme was AU-based so it's Orpheus and Eurydice as a Mystery Dungeon Team - Team Songbird!

[ID in alt]

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mooksie01 · 2 months

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Okay so like I’m sure someone has already thought of this but hear me out:

Hadestown AU

Charlie is Orpheus

Vaggie is Eurydice

Angel is Persephone

And Husk the Gambling Overlord is Hades

Okay that’s all, send post

#hazbin hotel #hadestown au #angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #huskerdust #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 3 months

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Not a request, but definitely a scenario for you to consider: Astarion/Ace!Reader Hadestown!AU where Cazador manages to get hold of the reader and only agrees to let Astarion leave with them if he can lead them out of the Szarr Palace without turning around or using the tadpole to see if they’re following him.

Astarion x Evie (Ace!Tav) Masterlist

Definitely an interesting AU to contemplate considering Astarion very much does not fit the mold of Orpheus. Oddly enough I feel like the more powerful ending in this case would be for him to succeed.

Evie/Tav is a down on their luck bard who knows what it is to be cold and hungry

Astarion has just worked off his debt to Cazador vowing to never go back, even if the world above doesn’t seem much kinder

Astarion meets Evie/Tav when they’re playing at a local tavern their music bringing a light he hasn’t felt in years

Neither of them are naive to the ways of the world, but Evie/Tav has been able to keep a small candle of hope burning in their chest one they try to share with Astarion

For a little while things are good, summer arrives and there is food and plenty

They fall deeper in love as Astarion finally starts to accept that maybe he can finally rest his head some where bright and warm

But then winter comes and while they both have saved what they could the cold comes in

Astarion starts to wonder if it’s better to leave

Evie/Tav might be able to survive on their own, but not with him there stealing their warmth

He’s better on his own anyway, he’s survived worse

Evie/Tav feeling him start to pull away scrambles to find a solution

That’s when Cazador approaches offering them a deal to ensure Astarion’s comfort and safety in exchange for their life

Evie/Tav agrees

Astarion then wakes to find them gone

At first he thinks they abandoned him, he shouldn’t be surprised, how naive was he to think anyone could care for him

But then he catches wind of their deal

He doesn’t know why they went with Cazador and he has absolutely no plan, he just knows he can’t let them stay in that hell

So he travels down, maybe for the first time in years praying for somebody to help; the gods never answered his prayers before but maybe they will for Evie/Tav

Evie/Tav then starts to realize the mistake they made, while they try to hold onto hope, each moment brings a new torment they couldn’t have imagined

Astarion finally arrives finding Evie/Tav broken

He tries to get them out but Cazador refuses, citing the deal Evie/Tav made

This is where things get fuzzy, but I think Astarion proposes his own deal, Cazador likes causing pain, he’ll endure any torture he can conceive and if he succeeds he and Evie/Tav both walk out of there with their lives

Cazador agrees challenging Astarion to lead Evie/Tav out of the palace without looking back

The added challenge to this is that if Evie/Tav turns back on their own their years of service will be cut in half, if Astarion looks back their years of service will be doubled

Evie/Tav has had the hope taken out of them and Astarion must be their light

So Astarion starts to walk clinging to the hope that Evie/Tav trusts him to not look back, hoping that it isn’t a trick, hoping that just this once things will turn out

And hope hurts, it burns his chest strangles his throat, doubts and fears rush in but he keeps on walking because he has to try

He starts to sing the song Evie/Tav played what feels like years ago, the one that brought life back into his chest

He doesn’t stop until he’s well outside the palace walls collapsing to his knees and gasping for air

He still can’t hear Evie/Tav, but he doesn’t look back

Tears spill down his face as the hope that kept him going starts to drain out of him

It’s then he feels a hand on his back, soft and warm

Familiar arms wrap around him, clinging to him like a life line

“It’s you.” “It’s me.”

Bonus Hadestown AU consideration: Ascended!Astarion as Hades and Evie (Ace!Tav) as Persephone

#astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x oc #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #astarion x evie #spawnsong #hadestown au #cazador szarr #astarion headcanons

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bunbotbuggiman · 4 months

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HOW IS THERE NOT A SINGLE HADESTOWN ZHONGVEN CROSSOVER FIC ON THE ENTIRETY OF AO3

AND ONLY 3 W/ THE PERSEPHONE HADES STORY EVEN????

Y'ALLLLLLL

Morax - Hades, god of riches, money, "King of the Mine", serious, kinda somber aesthetic.

Barbatos - Persephone, (in the play) uses substances to get through time away from the upper world (away from the wind???), a complex relationship with freedom and responsibility

Idk who could be Orpheus and Eurydice, I haven't thought that far through yet 😭😭. But consider:

Our Lady of The Underground with Barbatos?

"I've got the wind right here in a jar, I've got the rain on top of the bar, I've got sunshine on top of the shelf,"

"I got a sight for the sorest eye... when was the last time you saw the sky"

and the dialogue between Hades and Persephone from Way Down Hadestown?

"You're early." "I missed you."

ooooh?

#zhongven #zhongli #venti #genshin barbatos #morax #rex lapis #venzhong #hadestown au #hadestown #genshin impact #genshin #hades and persephone #bugwrites

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asexualsoup · 9 months

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Not sure if this comparison has been made yet but I had to do it. Can’t believe a Hadestown AU finally broke my fanart block.

(also guess who only recently first watched Hadestown. I’m soooo late to this party)

Wait for me, I'm comin' Wait, I'm comin' with you Wait for me, I'm comin' too I'm coming too

[ID: A fan art piece of Juno Steel and Peter Nureyev from The Penumbra Podcast dressed as Orpheus and Eurydice from Hadestown, in full color.

Juno, dressed in Orpheus’ pants, shirt, and suspenders stands facing the viewer. His head is turned over his left shoulder to look at Nureyev behind him, and Juno holds up a dahlia and a rose to him.

Nureyev stands with his back to Juno’s. He is dressed in Eurydice’s final outfit from Hadestown, with dark blue overalls and a cloth wrap around his chest. He peers over his right shoulder at Juno, arms crossed, looking like he wishes he could join Juno but knows he can’t.

Text: “Wait for me. I’m coming with you.”

The text is an excerpt from the song Wait for Me from Hadestown.

End ID]

#also yes juno is holding a dahlia and a rose #i had to do it #tpp #the penumbra podcast #penumbra podcast #junoverse #juno steel #peter nureyev #jupeter #tpp au #tpp fanart #hadestown #orpheus #eurydice #orpheus and eurydice #hadestown au #asexualsoup

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wolfythewitch · 9 days

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In my brain somewhere the hadestown au is cyclical in a way where everyone, once, a lifetime ago or now, has in some way been Orpheus and Eurydice. Jon and Martin were Orpheus and Eurydice before tim and Sasha were, and the story was still the same. Jon turned to look and came up to the surface alone. Their Hades and Persephone were Peter and Elias. Maybe even before that, maybe Peter and Elias were Orpheus and Eurydice once. One of them must have turned. Someone will be Orpheus and Eurydice after, and maybe Tim and Sasha will be their Hades and Persephone. Orpheus will always look back. Eurydice will always forgive him

#hadestown au #and i want to explore that #jonmartin as orpheus and eurydice niggles at my brain because their story would be so much darker than the others #but Only if people dont Try to convince me to make them orpheus and eurydice #also #timsasha orpheus and eurydic has OG cast album vibes #and JonMartin orpheus and eurydice have broadway vibes #elias and peter. if i ever get around to it. they might havethe actual og concept vibes by anais mitchell #the 2010 one

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jointherebellion215 · 2 months

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If It's True

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x female!reader

Summary: When an unexpected guest crashes your House's welcome feast for the Harkonnens, your life unknowingly becomes the start of a sad, sad song.

Word Count: 872

TW: Manipulation, Dark!Feyd-Rautha (so Regular Feyd-Rautha), she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, songfic

A/N: Hi, it's your friendly neighborhood shitposter. I'm taking a huge leap of faith with this fic, because I truly haven't written anything in YEARS. This idea has been bouncing around in my head for days, thus "the trilogy was born". This is meant to be Part One of a three part series, based on different songs from the musical Hadestown. I've obviously written this with very very dark interpretations of the songs and the themes. If enough people like it, I'll post parts two and three. Please let me know if it's any good, I'd love some feedback :)

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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dune properties, characters, or storylines-- nor do I own anything related to Hadestown. The images used in this are not my own, and any similarities to stories other than what I derive inspiration from are strictly coincidence.

What’s the use of his backbone

If he never stands upright?

“We welcome you to Kolhar, my lords Baron and na-Baron. Our House humbly offers our services and facilities to your use. I toast to our continued cooperation and to the strength of our Houses.”

As your father raised his cup, others of our House followed suit. The official welcome feast was well underway, though House Harkonnen had been planetside for at least a week already. The past few days had been for inspecting our mines and factories, ensuring that our production of their ships and swords were up to standard.

Now? Pure pageantry. You found it a bit redundant, but it was necessary to ensure your good standing among the Houses of the Imperium. It was a grand occasion, in which the leaders of your father’s council were present, as well as the highest ranked mine workers.

The doors to the large hall slam open, a familiar figure storming in. Your heart flutters at the sight of your beloved parting the crowds before him. The man who you had met by complete coincidence, one of the workers in a local steel mine, who you had spent the better part of a year meeting in secret—had crashed the court. You noticed a bruise growing on his cheek and blood trickling down his temple, indicating that his journey to enter through the doors was easier said than done. His voice soon bellowed throughout the hall.

“My Lord Duke, I refuse to let your daughter’s hand be taken by the na-Baron. She cannot marry him.”

The crowd gasps, as do you. You had spent the past week showing the na-Baron Feyd-Rautha around the grounds, the training of your most fierce warriors, and the best of your planet’s culture. You had shared a laugh or two and shown your prowess as a leader. Yes, you’d spent quite a bit of time with him, but marriage? This was news to you.

You turn to your father, who gives you an apologetic grimace. Several Harkonnen guards step forward to seize the love of your life. You quickly stand to protest, but the na-Baron stops the guards in their track with a single snap of his fingers. He offers a hand to calm the crowd, an eerie stillness in his form.

“It is true, I have offered my hand to the Lady.”

I believe that with each other,

we are stronger than we know.

“There must be a way around this. Even if this is in defiance of the court, they can’t punish all of us! We work their mines; they couldn’t truly function without us. We are the ones who truly hold the power! I implore you to stand with me, show them our strength!”

Your love stands strong, chin raised in the crowd, voice pleading with his brothers and sisters to stand beside him. He was convinced that this moment could provide a great revelation, that somehow your situation was different. That the consensus of a crowd could make the na-Baron stand down. Surely, your story could convince even the coldest of hearts that love can conquer all. He must have some sentimentality that resonates within him.

That's one of the main reasons why you fell in love with him. He's always so full of hope. Always willing to see the world as it could be, in spite of the way that it actually is.

But you knew better.

“This is treason.” Someone whispers in the room. Murmurs of assent soon follow, and your heart drops. The crowd around him quickly dissipates, as if the mere act of touching him promises death.

And the ones who deal the cards

Are the ones who take the tricks

With their hands over their hearts

While we play the game they fix

You start to plead with your father to spare your lover. He doesn’t know any better, he wasn’t raised in the ways of politics or court. It’s purely out of his love and devotion to you, so please—

Feyd-Rautha stands up and the room is immediately devoid of sound. He cranes his neck to look at you.

“You love him?”

You swallow harshly, lifting your chin. “I do.” You went to your lover, making a bold statement in linking your fingers together. Presenting a united front. Hoping that somehow, your kind attitude the past week towards the na-Baron would allow this leniency.

A gleam flashes through his eyes, almost imperceptible. He gives a blackened smile, making show of placing his hand over his heart. Confusion fills you. He slithers down the steps towards the pair of you, boots echoing in the Feasting Hall, each step making your lover’s hand give a slight tremor. Your mind stands strong in its conviction, in the thought that you’ll have to fight for what you want. But a small tendril in the back of your mind gives the slightest hesitation. The smallest indication of hope. Maybe…

Piter leans towards his Baron, whispering concerns in his ears, but is quickly paused by the Baron’s hand. Vladimir gives a slow, menacing grin. He responds to his Mentat in a low voice,

“Don’t bother. You know that my nephew loves to play with his food.”

Is this how the world is?

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