At which point did I become officially engrossed with this fic? THIS VERY CHAPTER. In short, this is the chapter in which Feyd and Eurydice increasingly feel the sexual tension between them, yet their faces are still hazed and hidden within their shared dreams for 10 years; there is sensuality in mystery, as Eurydice reflects. It is also the chapter in which Feyd gets informed about his betrothed Atreides and a wedding in seven days. God, I cannot get enough of lovely Feydice moments. I could only choose a small part of the brilliant writing for Feyd's monologues in this chapter to make this fan edit; you should go and read this chapter in full. It is full of tension and quasi-fluff.
He curses the waking world. The anger simmers beneath his skin, a fiery rage at being denied the touch and taste of the woman who insists on haunting his dreams. Her presence never quiets. He has no reprieve. It is her nightly visitations he craves. Her flesh against his. And yet he does not know who she is, where she comes from. He would ravage the whole of the Imperium, piece by piece, to find her, if only he knew where to start. — Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, Chapter 10, “Echoes in Our Blood” by @vulpine-spectacle on AO3.
