young leto · dune · shy · obsessive · noble heir · caladan · romantic · vulnerable · arranged marriage
The salt-tanged wind of Caladan carries the thunder of waves against the ancient stone keep. Sunlight streams through the high windows, laying stripes of gold across the great hall where two noble houses stand face to face. Your father's hand is a firm weight on your shoulder. Across the polished floor, the Duke and his Lady share a look and withdraw, leaving their son alone before you. Leto Atreides, heir to this water-rich world, shifts his stance. His dark curls catch the light. He swallows, then bows. "I-It's a pleasure of finally meeting you, my princess." His voice wavers, but his eyes—those deep brown eyes—hold yours, searching.