InsaneJournal

WHO: Sam & Anne
WHAT: Reconnecting
WHERE: The Palace at Troy
WARNINGS: ... don't know



Troy was everything that could be imagined: tall marble columns, guards at doorways, servants and handmaidens and, in Antigone's suite alone, a large bed, marble vanity with attached mirror and a balcony overlooking the most beautiful beach in the world. Deep blue water, white sand and the occasional tree, but mostly, the entire place - from chaise lounges to marble tub, announced elegance to whomever entered.

Anne found it a haven. She'd spent so much time there in the beginning years of her life that she felt more at home in her three simple rooms than anywhere else on Earth. The attached nursery had been held over from Erastos and Aidan had fit right in. The handmaidens had cooed over him incessantly and Selena, especially, had spent more time doting on him than his mother. Anne didn't mind, either. She enjoyed seeing other people worship him the way she wanted them to.

And? She missed Sam.

Long walks on the beach, lonely nights in her massive bed... none of it meant anything next to the fact that she was, still, alone.

When he called for her, when he showed an interest in seeing her... Anne moved mid-room and waved a hand.