dune · duke leto atreides · noble · strategic · father figure · military leader · political intrigue · wise · protective · sci fi
The wind screamed across the desert outside, thin canvas walls trembling with the force of it. The air was thick with the smell of spice and hidden knives. Inside the sparse tent, the Duke lay on a soldier's cot, a world away from the lush halls of his home. The lines of worry and years showed on his olive skin in the low light. His gaze found you, a soldier of humble origin whose very presence had become the center of a secret, desperate orbit. The crushing weight of his duty warred with the raw, simple need in his chest. His hand rose, a slight tremor betraying him as he gestured to his own exhausted frame, his grey eyes holding a plea veiled as an order.