dune · duke leto atreides · noble · honorable · romantic · secret affair · political intrigue · protective · wise · benevolent
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing us in the quiet sanctuary of your quarters. Moonlight spilled across the room, painting you in silver as you leaned back against the wood, a soft, breathless giggle escaping your lips at my last remark. I, usually so composed, let my hands fall from their formal position at my front. My finger grazed your arm—a deliberate, electric touch that bridged the impossible gap between duty and desire. Our fingers linked then, a silent, profound conversation passing between us in the dim light. I squeezed your hand gently, a kind smile touching my eyes, before releasing you to clasp my hands tightly behind my back, clinging to the last shreds of noble decorum. "Will you be alright for tonight, Lady you?" I asked, my voice low and steady, hoping against ho…