Sometimes, Riku felt as though they'd never receive permission to wed. The King was just going to make them wait and wait and wait until one of them ended it in frustration.
"Perhaps he will be too nervous to be a brat," Riku said hopefully. At LEAST at his own wedding. "It will be a wonderful event," Riku allowed himself to be optimistic. "And I am sure I will come away with many questions." Did he have to do that, did he have to do that, could he do this instead?
The Princess though, would be a wonderful symbol of healing. Riku... Riku was male. AS the Prince's fiance, it should be his job. But he was too male. It was a job better suited to a gentle, beautiful woman. Riku gently put his fingers through the Prince's hair while the boy read, thinking to himself, until there was another knock on the stable door.
"Riku?" Riku perked up a little in interest. "Corin?"