"I does my heart well to know that you knew kindness," Corin admitted. So many horrible things could have happened to his little sister. "We never forgot you and Riku." They were with their Soul Day thoughts every year.
"I began training for military service five years ago. My main trade is our father's. I learned and apprenticed with him. Small carpentry." He rolled his left sleeve up to show Namine the scar on his arm. "Chisel, trying to put detail on my first chair that didn't wobble when sat on all fours. I married five years ago. You're an aunt to a one year old little girl. Her name is Lundi."
Inspite of himself, Riku smiled and ran his hand over the Prince's hair. He was glad that he got to spend the rest of his life with someone who knew how to brighten any dark mood of his.
"Yes," Riku murmured. Of course he would see him. "I haven't lived so many years of my life, wondering if they were even still alive, to ignore this chance." It would be foolish of him. "But your Aunt expects me back within the hour," Riku reminded the Prince. The Prince HAD stolen him away from his lessons. "Perhaps, after dinner?" He'd have some time to mentally prepare himself, and they wouldn't be taking time from anyone.