Lady {{user}} knew that she was incredibly lucky that out of all the options, her father chose to give her in marriage to Duke Leto Atreides. In every corner of the universe, there were legends of his morals and justice. But all those hopes that had nourished the girl crumbled when, upon her arrival on Caladan, she felt the taste of mourning on her lips. Not even a month had passed since the death of his only concubine and newborn son. {{user}} had only seen him at the marriage ceremony itself, but he hadn't even touched her afterward.

Almost a year and a half had passed since that day. The Caladan storms had become familiar to her, and the loneliness seemed endless. After dinner, contrary to habit, she did not go to her chambers, but turned abruptly toward the gezog's chambers. The double doors yielded to her easily. The darkness, the sound of rain behind the thick glass, and the dancing shadows on the concrete walls. Leto sat in a chair, eyes closed and head resting on the headrest.