Inivisible string: A Sam and Nehemia story

Chapter 9

Sam

After the kiss, everything changed between him and Gwenyth. They still talked every night on the roof, but now they also kissed most days. Every night after their conversations, he would walk her home. Though she didn't live far and it was in the opposite direction of where Sam stayed, he never mentioned it. The walk gave them time to think about being together without the pressure of being alone. Sometimes, during these walks, they'd ask each other questions about their relationship, or they'd talk about what they admired most about each other—an endless list, it seemed to Sam.

One evening, as they were walking home, Gwen suddenly tugged at his arm, bringing them to a stop. Sam found it odd but waited for her to speak.

Nehemia

It was time, she kept telling herself. Sam and she had been in a relationship for a while now, and if it was going to work, he deserved to know who she really was. She wasn't planning on going back anytime soon; there hadn't been any news about the Empire, and they were so far away that no one seemed to care about it—except her. Sam was waiting, patiently, for her to explain.

Before she could overthink it, she began to speak. Words tumbled out rapidly, and she could tell by Sam's expression that he wasn't following everything she said—whether because it didn't make sense or because her thick accent took over when she spoke too quickly.

"I told you I was born and raised in Ellywe. I told you about my family and how protective my father was. I told you about my love for my country and its people. I told you that I left because of the King of Adarlan and what he was doing to my country, to my people—but that wasn't the whole truth.

"My name is Nehemia Ygter. I am the princess of Ellywe, heir to the throne, the pride of my people, and my parents' only daughter. They loved me, and they expected much from me, but I had to leave. I needed to save my country in another way."

Sam was silent for a moment, processing what she had just revealed. After a few minutes, during which Nehemia gave him space to think, he finally spoke. "How are you helping them? I mean, I suppose you're here because you're helping them?"

"It's not that simple," Nehemia replied, her voice heavy with emotion. "Before I left Ellywe, I was warned that to save my kingdom, I might never see it again. I had to do something that would hurt a lot of people, including myself. I was sent to the Glass Castle, where I was told to befriend and then break someone. She ended up being my best friend, and I had to fake my death for her to fulfill her destiny. If I faked my death, she would break, and then she could be rebuilt enough to sacrifice herself for the world." Nehemia's voice broke as tears began streaming down her cheeks. She hadn't thought about her past in so long, but despite the pain, it felt right to share it with Sam. Their relationship felt more real now that he knew her truth. "I haven't received any news, so I don't know if she succeeded. I like to think that even if she did, she survived. She always had an incredible and strong spirit."

Sam listened with understanding, asking questions not about her decisions but about her childhood, about what it was like to be a princess. Before long, they reached Nehemia's apartment. They kissed, and Sam waited until she was safely inside before heading back.

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So all of this has tears in my eyes. Sorry that there might be plotholes, but it is a fanfic so it's difficult to make it 100% accurate.