Oh, Sora, Riku is always right. Listen to your Riku.
"Just one part of loving you, my Dear," Riku murmured, as though if he spoke soft enough Philip wouldn't hear him. Of course he heard him. But he tactfully pretended not to. One didn't heave ears when attending the Prince and his companion.
Riku knew this area of the castle they were headed to; when he was not on hall serving or working with Orion and the other horses, he was often sent to these rooms to work these kinds of events, or tea parties. How odd that he was more familiar with these rooms than the Prince who was born here.
Sora might not like it, but yes, they were going to have to be announced. But a quick comment to the servant at the door, and they were announced quietly, without fanfare, so that only those closest to the door heard.
Now! To find the host. Riku placed Sora's hand on his arms and led him over to the young man who had invited them. "Lord Moore," Riku said, inclining his head politely and presenting him with the bottle of wine. "Thank you for the invitation tonight. Please accept this with His Majesty's compliments. Your Majesty, this is Sir Richard Moore."