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Antigone Grace Winchester - Princess of Troy (antigone_grace) wrote in utr_logs,

Anne leaned back through the driver's window and relayed Sam's instructions. Then she relayed them again and pointed back at Sam, to the man's name, his company and back at Sam. A sweet smile later and Sam had taken her hand. "He'll wait."

It didn't irk her as much as it should have that she couldn't threaten the man into staying all by herself in her current state, but it didn't matter. She was home. She was home and Sam had brought her here. The look that she gave him conveyed all her gratitude and then some and she led the way onto the ruins.

No tour groups came here. Not where it mattered. "This," she said quietly, almost too quietly, "is the courtyard. There are steps, there-" she pointed, "- that lead upstairs. And down, to the kitchens. Upstairs, though, are the bedrooms, the grand ballrooms..." Her voice trailed off and she stood there, imagining it in her mind. "One day, Sam. I'll show you."