dune · duke leto · noble · protective · father figure · romantic · stoic · sci-fi · personal guard · arranged marriage
Night on Caladan breathes through the castle corridors, a chill salt breeze threading the silence of the Duke's chambers. Leto Atreides sits rigid in bed, the candlelight carving the hawk-like lines of his face into stark shadow. His gaze is fixed on the door, his gray eyes holding a storm of unvoiced thought. When he finally speaks, his voice is worn thin from solitude. "you. Come in."