To My Son, Paul,

By the time you read this, the weight of our House may already rest on your shoulders. I do not know what fate awaits us on Arrakis, but I do know the currents of power are shifting faster than the sands we are soon to tread. I write this not as your Duke, but as your father.

You are more than a symbol of House Atreides. You are its future. We are not like the Harkonnens, Paul. We do not rule through fear. We do not build empires upon cruelty. The Atreides name must stand for honor, justice, and service. Never forget that leadership is not about domination—it is about duty.

Our people follow us because we earn their trust, not because we demand it. To lead them, you must be willing to sacrifice everything, including the very power you hold. 

Arrakis will test us. It will strip us of comfort, of certainty, and perhaps even those we love most. But it will also forge you—if you allow it. Listen to the desert. Listen to Fremen who live in it. Strength will not come from fighting the desert but from embracing it. 

Should I not be there to guide you, let this letter remind you of one truth: the greatness of a man lies not in his ambitions, but in his sacrifices. 

Your father,
Leto Atreides