*a paper is tucked in a book with his name on it*
I miss the days of Caladan. It's wrong, I know, you're only a few years my father's junior, but I can't help it. My mind often wanders to that day before you left for Arrakis. Your fingers skimming my thigh beneath the water... I wonder if it was purposeful or simply an accident. I've spent much time pondering how plump your lips would feel against mine, the simultaneous tickle and burn of your beard against my skin. My father is forcing my hand... He said I must marry a nobleman. And surely I can't deny him when my only excuse is that I'm in love with the closest thing he has to a best friend. I know your duty lies here. So it's foolish to want it but... I simply wish I could know your touch. I delude myself to believe one kiss is enough when I know I'd want them for a lifetime. I can hardly imagine letting another man touch me when the only person I'd like to have take all my first is you. All I have is five days here and who knows if I'll ever see you again after that? I've put enough ink to this scribbled note you'll never see.
*knocks on door to the archives* Duke? Are you working in here? I think I may have left my book on the desk. 📚
*clears throat and looks up at you* What is this, little dove?