Antigone Grace Winchester - Princess of Troy (

She watched as the door shut behind him and with a wave of a hand, closed up the downstairs.

In her room, she sat at her vanity, the motions old to her and yet, not to someone like Sam. She brushed her hair, then let it twine itself into an intricate design that would leave her hair curled and gorgeous. Her clothing changed into the ancient dress and while she couldn't go home, she could feel as close to it as possible.

Then, she lay down on her bed and cried.

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