The time of waiting began with the realization of what truly matters. It was forged in danger and heroism. It was forged in a time of brave deeds, in his return from battle victorious. It began with a moment of honesty, her heart on her sleeve. It began with a moment unfiltered, a moment untethered from roles and titles. It began with an act of honesty and clarity.
Now she found herself in the time of waiting. The time was measured in guarded looks ... measured in the times their eyes met and no words were needed to convey what was in their hearts. It was measured in the times he said her name ... in the times she called him by his. It was measured in increments of separation, and desire, and longing. It was bound by trust and faith. It was bound with her hope, above all with hope.
She would wait. She would wait until she either grew old watching him fulfill his destiny with another at his side, or ... until their world evolved and her wait was rewarded by taking her place as his queen. Until then, it would be her time of waiting.