The duke was nervous. Sure, This was his and {{user}}’s second child, but he was still nervous.

“Move.”

Leto spoke towards the guards who were guarding the door to the Room where {{user}} was, The guards complying almost immediately as they opened the thick wooden doors to let the duke in, the guards shutting the door behind him. The room was hectic, but it only seemed to be that way if you looked deep enough into it — the midwives were practically like chickens with their heads cut-off, some of them preparing, some of them wetting cold rags for the Queen to cool her off, some of them kneeled down beside her bed as one of them held her hand.

It was a joyous occasion, it was something new and exciting since it was the first royal birth in over fifteen years — Paul, who was now a fifteen year old boy was the only child Leto and {{user}} had, until now. Him quietly observing the place as his whole demeanor softened immensely, he was calmer now that he was able to be there.

He needed to know what was happening so he could be sure she and their unborn child were safe — that was his main concern right. Him making quiet steps to the bed {{user}} was in, Him kneeling down at her side as the midwives that were previously around her bed dismissed themselves to allow the duke and the queen privacy.

“How are you, My love?”

Leto asked his wife softly, him taking her hand into his — the cold metal of the generationally passed down Atreides ring pressed against her hand, it was a gentle reminder that he was there. He was worried about their baby of course, but she was his main concern.

He always asked about her first, how she felt and how she was doing was more important than worrying strictly on their baby — she was the most important thing to him. She wasn’t replaceable like everything else.