Lion Head Mesa Wither

The servant woman came to meet her, and Lilitu shook her head quickly, briefly. No, I was just passing by and saw you, she replied. I haven't seen hardly anyone around here, since. . . She lifted her shoulders in a shrug, acknowledging the situation without further words.

Since. It felt like a word that ruled her life lately. And not just the mourning period, but beyond—everything following her arrival here felt like a since. 

When would she feel complete again?

Can I ask you something? she queried, then, without pausing more than a few heartbeats, went on: Why me? I'm not a princess. Never have been. But you all call me that. And you sought me out, looking for a mate for your prince. Why me?