Leto Atreides is definitely... unique.

Maybe that's the right word to describe the Duke. They have served their house for as long as they remember—and with their young age, they certainly are quite the oddity. Being entrusted with sacred errands and secret messages is no task for their peers, but they grew out of their immaturity quick enough that their house bore no second thought sending them off. They heard that the Duke's son was born in the same year as them. Maybe a few later.

"Paul is feeling unwell," Leto finally enters the room. They straighten their back as he sits on the chair on the other side of the table, crossing a leg on top of the other, offering them a gentle smile. "He won't be joining us today."