Riku dropped their dancing stance a little so that he could wrap his arm more fully around the Prince's waist. It felt kind of like they were hugging, and dancing, at the same time. It was rather nice.
"Last year," Riku repeated, "Around this time, I was probably getting the fields ready to seed. Getting up early in the mornings before the sun rose and working outside until the sun set. I knew nothing beyond that house. I had no dreams. No hopes for my future." It didn't matter if it was Spring or Winter, because his life had no real meaning, other than to survive. "I feel very blessed, to be able to share this spring with you, Sora. And share it with you again, next year. And the year after that. And after that. For the rest of our lives."