Hexe - The Great Exodus

[CH. 0012] - The Uncrowded King

Veilla

Vay−lah

Type: Noun

Meaning: "Veilla" denotes the boundary known as the Veil, which delineates the material world from the Spirit world—a domain of dreams and nightmares. This threshold is an integral part of the Menschen's spiritual framework, symbolizing the passageway to where the "saatgut", or soulseed, may reside, and where individuals may traverse in their dreams. The capacity to navigate through the "Veilla" is an exceptional ability, typically linked to those bearing a powerful seed.

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Yeso could sense the scent of Veilla's private quarters even beneath the thin fabric of the blindfold. The familiar aroma of aged books and the subtle hint of lilac filled the air, evoking memories deeply etched in his mind. As he felt the plush velvet chair beneath his fingers, he knew little had changed since he left.

Growing up in his late teens, within these walls that had shaped him and crafted him to view the world from an elevated status, a perspective designed for rulership and cold judgment—a Commander. Yet, everything had shifted the moment his Hexe entered his life.

The opulence of the Capitol he had forsaken for her was nothing compared to the richness she brought into his existence.

Lost in these reflections, the sound of the door creaking open jolted him back to the present. Veilla's distinct footsteps were unmistakable. He felt her presence before she even spoke.

"Sit!" Her voice, commanding yet familiar, cut through the silence. He complied, easing into the chair. "Is that blindfold really necessary?" she questioned, "You look like an idiot!"

"Nice to see you again, Veilla," he greeted, betraying none of the torrent of emotions that her presence and this return to the Capitol stirred within him.

"You see me? Are you fucking with me?"

Yeso didn't have the time to explain that he wasn't blind beneath the thin fabric blindfold, yet the sharp crack of Veilla's hand striking his cheek came without warning. The blow was so sudden and forceful that a ringing filled his ears. Yeso, momentarily stunned, finally saw her settling into the chair across her desk. Tenderly, he rubbed his stinging cheek, attempting to diffuse the tension with humour. "Feeling better?"

"Not really," Veilla admitted. "How is she?"

"She's okay," came Yeso's curt reply. He felt uncomfortable speaking about his Hexe to the Fallqueen.

"Are you happy?" she prodded further.

"Would be more without you slapping me." Yeso's attempt at light-heartedness did little to alleviate the seriousness of their exchange. Still massaging his cheek, he added, "You still have a firm grip."

"The blindfold, take that stupid thing off!"

"But..."

"I am your Dame! It's an order! Take it off!"

Obediently, Yeso removed the blindfold, his eyes adjusting to the light, settling on Veilla. Time had not dulled her breathtaking presence. Her raven hair, cascading in curls over her shoulders, framed a face of timeless elegance. Her eyes, a piercing blue, seemed to see right through him. There she stood, embodying an effortless blend of beauty and commanding grace—his first love, yet inevitably, not his last.

"Ollo," he greeted her in Menschen, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

"Do you have any idea of the position you left me in?" She snatched a folder from the desk, flinging it toward Yeso. He caught it deftly, his fingers brushing over the crisp papers as he skimmed through the pages. His involvement, he quickly realized, was about far more than the spiders.