I’m torn. Off balance. Just when I feel myself coming into my own, competing forces and institutions crowd around to dictate my life. The Bene Gesserit. My father and House. The War of Assassins does incalculable damage to Atreides ideals, to the people of this planet. I’ve seriously considered the offer Zantara (I won’t write his true name here) made me — to repudiate the actions of the Imperium and remake my life in the desert with him and the Fremen.
And now, the arranged marriage with Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. The revulsion! Yet the Sisterhood commanded it. It could save my father and House from this conflict that erodes everything good in them. I was ready to run away, when a meeting was arranged. I must admit, Feyd was… charming. Not at all what I expected.
Tomorrow, there will be a formal gathering. Feyd promises something special, a spectacle to honor my grandfather. Despite myself, I’m somewhat looking forward to it. One thing haunts my mind, though I try to banish it — Zantara’s disappointment.