Riku shot out of his chair at the knock on his door, uncertain if he should answer it, unsure who it was. But, who would be knocking on his door if they were no looking for him?
"Lord Strife," Riku said, honestly surprised to see the man again. "Good morning, My Lord. How can I help you?" He'd dressed simply, but in clothing the Prince had given and gifted him; cream colored linen and soft brown pants. His hair was still down, but brushed, and slightly damp from his bath.