
Raising his head, he cupped Orinakin’s face in one hand, kissing his cheek. “I am always proud of you, Inanodat, and always grateful for everything that you do for me.” His fingers grazed Orinakin’s hair, and Bade was almost disappointed that it didn’t change color. “The world is a better place, every day, because of you. People are happier. Lives are improved. Lives are saved, Anosamim, because of you. I want your focus to be on that work, on your own happiness, and on your new husband. I would like to see unity in the world, and I would like to see alliances, and I would like to see people working together, nations supporting each other. In that, I know that you and I share the same goals.” The space of a breath, and then Kudorin kissed Orinakin’s forehead. “No, Inanodat. Do not take on that burden. My king will come to me when it is time. I would rather see you busy with your other tasks, and with your own handsome prince, than occupy yourself with that search.” His eyes narrowed. “You consciously, deliberately intend to ignore what I’m saying to you.”
“How can I not?” Orinakin asked, sitting up. “Look at where we are, look at who we’re with. Not only did I fail to find you a husband, I married one of your suitors!”
“Of course you did.” Kudorin didn’t seem to mind. “He’s a wonderful man, and perfect for you. I would’ve liked to marry him myself.” Vade grabbed Bade’s arm. “But he isn’t for me. My king is out there, somewhere, waiting for me. I’ll know him when I see him. Don’t worry about seeking him out or tracking him down. He’ll cross your path when it is time.”
“Your life won’t be complete without him,” Orinakin said firmly. “You need him, Kudorin. I can feel it. I don’t know where it’s coming from, I don’t know if it’s Ilanosa or Setanoto or something else, but I feel an urgency to bring him to you. I have to bring the two of you together.”
Kudorin looked at him carefully.
Very carefully.
Bade couldn’t help but tense. What was Kudorin thinking?
Orinakin’s shoulders straightened, as he eyed Kudorin. “You know something that you’re not telling me.”
“That’s been true for your entire life.” Kudorin tucked Orinakin’s hair behind his ear. “I trust you to do as you see fit. The gods will lead you down the right path.” Kissing Orinakin’s cheek, he rose. “Good morning, Inanodat.” With that, he left the room.