Nervous nervous nervous the Prince was SO nervous as they stepped into the room. He had been trained enough to not show it, though.
He was actually pretty pleased when the general chatter of the room didn't die down into silence, and only a few people looked in his direction. Actually...he half wondered if some of them didn't recognize him. He wasn't wearing a crown, red, or his family's crest anywhere. That...felt kind of nice.
Sora felt bad that...he actually had no idea who this person was. Richard...Moore. His name sounded a little bit familiar? "Good evening," he said instead of saying anything dumb. He held out the basket with the cheese and bread in it, hoping he would take it soon because it was kind of heavy and he could only physically carry it with one arm. "We also brought cheese." Duh, Sora. That was so obvious.
Richard just smiled. Usually whenever he saw the Prince, he was brooding in the corner, being stand offish or cold, or just flat out frowning and ignoring people. WHEN he saw him. Yeah, maybe this social interaction thing was kind of awkward, but the Prince had never quite seemed REAL to him. "Good evening your Majesty," a proper bow, "And Sir le Juillet," a nod of his head. He accepted the wine and cheese. "Thank you, this looks fantastic. I am glad you could attend, Your Majesty. If I might ask, how are you recovering?" He didn't want to say everyone was worried or concerned. He certainly didn't want the Prince to feel like he looked weak or anything.
"Very well," the Prince replied. "The stitches in my head came out just days ago. The ones in my side should take a little longer." Another week, Master Zexion said. "The bruises have faded but, my arm will need a little more time. I am told that ribs heal finicky as well. But I am doing just fine."
Lord Moore just kind of stared at him in awe for a moment. He had NO idea the injuries were that extensive. Sora immediately felt like he had done something wrong, that he should have kept it to himself, and he squeezed Riku's arm.