I loved this insight for some reason. I really like Ankira.
Having been born a common citizen and raised to the throne through marriage, Anikira was aware of the difference in manners and deportment of royalty. There was an innate elegance and majesty in certain people, that spoke of their nobility and fine breeding.
There was also a sense of peace and power around certain people, particularly men and women of faith, that suggested a profound knowledge and understanding of the world.
Xio Voe had both.
She’d expected the first - - he was, after all The Heir, and would have supreme awareness of his own power - - but she hadn’t expected the second.
It gave her hope. It made her feel more secure. As much as his demeanor reminded her of a shard of ice, of a razor’s edge, it also reminded her of Anorik, even of Remin.
Xio Voe was going to marry Kudorin. Going to sit on the throne, have sex with her husband, and help to rear her children, the pharaoh’s children. It took a god to recognize someone worthy of a god. If Kudorin loved him, then she would, too.
Bringing The Heir to the Anorian throne wouldn’t be easy. But she wanted to make the process easier on Kudorin, easier for all Anorians. So she would do her part to facilitate, to smooth the way.
And she would trust that, in the end, it would be the right thing for her pharaoh and her people.
