Oh right, the king. Kiiinda still was holding the true legitimacy of their relationship in his hands still. But that didn't really stop them.
"Many will be dancing, maybe even our dance," that they had done in Caloria. After all, there were Trabians around, and maybe no one would notice if they were there mixed within the dancers on the floor. Everyone was going to be celebrating and drinking anyway. "Certainly," Riku smiled, "He will be waiting for you sign to dance. It has been entirely too long, so that he fears the blossom of his cheek with fade to white while he waits your hand in his."
But then... Riku's cheeks flushed traitorously red, deep at the centers and spreading out towards his ears. He didn't know if his Prince meant to bed in THAT manner, but that's certainly where his thoughts went. And that had been a long while too. "Certainly, Your Majesty," Riku murmured, shivering slightly at the barest brush of lips against his ear. "He will allow it." In any way that he wished.
Riku kissed him again, and then took his hand. "What shall we amuse ourselves with until dinner?"