But... Riku wanted to hear it's contents from SORA, not from Corin. But, he made himself take a few deep breaths. Hadn't he done harder things?
He'd left his home, where he'd worked for fifteen years, to travel to a new country, to start a new job, for a people he'd only heard about, and befriended a Prince who had a reputation of being difficult and unhappy.
He'd accompanied the Prince to Caloria, a ballsy move based on his fierce fondness for the Prince and his desire to help him. He'd gone without a name, without a sure identity, without guards even knowing for sure who he was.
He'd sat on the Queen's throne at the keep while the Prince was sick, taking receiving hours with the Prince's Aunt only really observing and providing legitimacy to Riku's decisions.
He'd learned to ride, to fight, to read, to write, to love. Compared to all that, one letter from a family he couldn't remember, it should be insignificant.
"Okay," he said at last, but he clung to the Prince's hand. He'd like to see any guard protest that.