_Killian's POV_
As I knelt beside my father's lifeless body, a storm of conflicting emotions raged within me. My hands trembled as I cradled him in my arms, his once formidable frame now limp and still.
Tears stung my eyes as I looked upon his face, the face of the man who had raised me, trained me, molded me into the warrior I had become. Beside me, my mother wept openly, her sobs echoing through the night. Her grief was palpable as she clung to my father's lifeless form, unwilling to let him go.
"I'm so sorry, Mother," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "I should have been able to protect him."
As I held my father's lifeless body in my arms, regret gnawed at my heart like a relentless beast. I should have been by his side, fighting alongside him in the battle that had claimed
