Nehemia
She couldn't get the face of that slave woman out of her mind. Even if she was dead before The Grave got to her, she couldn't shake the guilty feeling that she had killed her. Her guards were her fault, though. She could've gotten them out, but it would have been too suspicious if they were not protecting her when Grave came to kill her. That was what she got for trusting Archer Finn, but at least she managed to escape her death. In a way, it helped. Even if it hurt her breaking Celeana, she had to do it for her people, for her family, and for every person living under the Adarlan empire. So she got on a ship and left everything she knew and loved to go somewhere she didn't know. She only hoped for two things: that Elena spoke true, that her doing this would save everyone, and that Celaena would forgive her one day.
She was lucky, she supposed. Most refugee women had a chance to get work and food provided to them. She would have to avoid the guards. From what she had heard, they liked to take women to the back of the buildings. The first time she saw this happen, she was ready to strike when another woman held her back. "You'll only get yourself killed," she had said, so she was forced to watch while they dragged women away.
Her housing wasn't nice, but at least she had food, a bed, and a river close by. Of course, there would be no running water here; this was the worst part of the slums of the city. She would have to make do with what she got until she could get better. But first, like every immigrant, she had to work the same as the others. Lucky for her, people just thought she was some runaway slave, she had managed to get different clothes after leaving the palace.
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Inivisible string: A Sam and Nehemia story
FanficIf Sam and Nehemia had somehow faked their deaths and met in another continent, this would be their story. They do end up getting back to the continent and meeting up with Aelin and co, but it starts off somewhere else.
