As Julian walked down the hallway, a small chuckle escaped his lips. He couldn't help but think how cute his grandmother looked when she wore such a confused expression.
His expression shifted to something more serious as his thoughts wandered.
"The most powerful things in the world are words. They are capable of nourishing you as well as torturing you, all from the insides."
He paused for a moment as the weight of his words settled in. His power and influence were not just in his abilities, but in the subtle manipulation of others' thoughts, perceptions, and emotions. And he knew, more than anyone, how words could shape destinies, whether for better or worse.
As Julian opened the door to his room, he was greeted by the sight of Eleanor sitting comfortably on his bed with a playful smile on her face.
"Welcome back, husband," she said, her voice warm and teasing.
