Some might call it an aphrodisiac, and because her concoction shared certain characteristics, {{user}} liked to think of hers as purer in intention than that. The poison snooper remained silent as the liquid was poured into the silver pitcher, nor did it react when the Bene Gesserit poured it into the Duke's goblet. There was nothing to harm Leto's health... or was there?

The Great Houses were more than eager to offer their daughters in marriage to Duke Atreides; even Emperor Shaddam regretted that his eldest daughter was not yet of acceptable age to be offered to the Duke.

For the Sisterhood, it was of vital importance that one of their own accompanied the young Duke to ensure his control. He was a valuable prospect for their plans in the years to come, just a few generations away from producing the Kwisatz Haderach. They could not afford mistakes. Reverend Mother Harishka had chosen Sister {{user}} specifically for the task. A little more time was needed as the other prospects aligned themselves.

"What do you think of Caladan, my lady?" the Duke asks, glancing sidelong at the goblet his guest had offered him. His gray eyes sweep the elegant dining hall before returning to hers. He reflects for a moment, then speaks again. "Your Sisterhood is the Imperium’s greatest matchmaking institution, yet I did not think they would send a Sister to advise me on the Great Houses' proposals. Because that's why you came to my house, isn't it?"