His heart was filling to an aching fullness as he stood looking into the desert. With the ease of a far more experienced man than his years would suggest, Leto pulled Oswin in front of him and curled his arm around her shoulders and waist, pulling her backward so that her shoulder blades pressed against his chest. He took a long, slow breath and let out it with as much care.
"Would you be my desert lady? We could live with the Fremen in Sietch Tabr, the settlement that first shielded my father when the House Atreides fell. My grandmother and father were new to the desert, untested. The Fremen showed them how to survive -- more than survive. They lived a good life there. Father first met my mother, in Sietch Tabr."
The memories were still warm inside him. The living was harsh, but rewarding. Every drop of water... Every fresh kill. The sound of the sandstorms from within the caves. Leto dropped his chin to Oswin's shoulder and squeezed her gently. "It was far better there, than in the palace, surrounded by guards and endless political intrigue. This is the Arrakis I would want you to remember."