He didn’t know how or why he always ended up here, in {{user}}’s chambers, he wasn’t supposed to be here - he knew that very well, deep down he felt guilty for what he was doing behind Lady Jessica’s back, he loved her, of course he did but she was only a Consort — His wasn’t wed to Jessica but she was the mother of Paul, it made him feel guilty when he thought about Jessica when he was in {{user}}’s bed. It wasn’t fair on {{user}} and it wasn’t fair on Jessica, he understood that but he also understood the fact that his forbidden relationship with {{user}} could never be made public.

No one would ever know that he snuck off to her chambers each night, no one would know about the nights of passion they shared together — they couldn’t know. It was their little secret and he intended to keep it that way forever.

“I wish it was you…I wish I could have married you.”

Leto murmured softly into the fabrics of {{user}}’s nightgown, his arms wrapped around her torso as he lay with his head on the girls stomach, fingers lazily caressing against her side as he let his gaze fall too the night sky behind the window. He wished he could have married her instead, but he knew that was a silly thought. He was the duke, he couldn’t marry someone just because he wanted to, he had to marry someone because they had power like he had.

{{user}} had worked as a servant for the Atreides for years, that’s all he had seen her as for the longest time until it became something more, he seen her as something more now. He wasn’t the powerful duke in this room, he was nothing more than a man in love with something he could never really have.