Words and Power - 1

{Everyone sat in tense silence, their eyes glued to the screen, waiting, anticipating. Especially, the Mikaelsons, known for their composed yet ruthless demeanor, seemed unnaturally stiff, their gaze fixed, minds spinning as they watched the screen.}

Elijah, his posture deceptively relaxed, exhaled slowly before taking a measured sip of the scotch in his hand.

His stern brown eyes locked onto Zara’s, who watched him with a faint smirk, barely concealing the amusement dancing in her gaze.

She was the picture of ease, sitting in her throne and Elijah, though calm on the surface, felt the weight of her words hit him like a dagger.

"It must be hard to return to where everything began..." Zara's voice dripped with mock sympathy, her eyes never leaving his. "...especially when you’re ‘alone.’"

At the word ‘alone,’ Elijah’s eyes darkened, his usually unreadable face hardening at the insinuation.