Antigone Grace Winchester - Princess of Troy (

"He's very good at what he does," Anne agreed and then sighed when Sam continued. Easing out of his arms, she took his hands and squeezed them gently.

"Well," she started gently, "I was thinking about you and the things you told me. About who you were before you ended up here. And your family." Anne took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. "I really wanted to tell you about me."

Anne dropped his hands and headed for her front room, the fire starting when she walked in. It wasn't particularly cold and she gave the fireplace a look. "The house, it senses my mood and reacts accordingly. Why it's so dark," she explained, folding herself onto the couch and motioning for him to do the same. "Please."

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