He wasn't a fool. He knew many things, things that mortals would not, could not, dare to even dream of. He could bend this world and the next to his will, move the very stars to his whim, and tear down whole cities if he so chose.
But he wasn't a fool, he would wait for her, and she would come. It did not matter whether she came with intentions of seeking him out, but she would come. He would be here and she would see.
Until that time, he would wait, and ponder the fruits of Fate's cruel twist.