your name was never part of the plan. you had always been the quiet shadow behind the heir, instructed, molded, prepared to be useful, but never necessary. but your sister, irulan, had a rare talent for reading the tides of power. when she saw what was coming, the vastness of the desert, the weight of the atreides name, the inevitable death of freedom, she fled. and in the silence of her absence, it fell to you, the second daughter of shaddam iv, to seal the alliance.