knight's Royal Duty || Gonkillu ||

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Killua's eyes widened as his father, King Silva, stepped into the room, his towering presence casting a shadow over the already tense confrontation. The flicker of doubt Killua had seen in his mother's eyes vanished, replaced by a cold, triumphant smile. She had anticipated this, had planned for it. Killua could see it now, the pieces falling into place. This was never meant to be a negotiation—it was a trap.

"Father..." Killua muttered, his voice laced with disbelief.

Silva's expression was unreadable, but his presence spoke volumes. He had always been the quieter authority, standing back while the queen controlled the political affairs. But now, with his formidable figure entering the fray, Killua realized that he was facing not just his mother's ambition, but the combined power of both of his parents.

"Enough of this," Silva said, his voice calm but commanding. "You've played your games, Killua, but it ends now. You don't know what you're doing."

Killua's breath hitched as he stared at his father. This was the man who had been distant, the one who had watched from the sidelines as the queen manipulated their lives. But now, standing beside her, it was clear that he had always been complicit. Killua felt a wave of betrayal wash over him, the weight of it threatening to pull him under.

"You're both in this together," Killua said, his voice cold and accusing. "This war, this destruction—it's all because of you two. You're destroying the kingdom for your own power, and I won't let you."

The queen smiled, stepping closer to Silva, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "You see, Killua? You've always been so emotional, so blinded by your own ideals. Your father and I have been working to secure this kingdom's future, not destroy it. You're just too naïve to see the bigger picture."

Killua's heart raced, his hands trembling with anger and fear. "The bigger picture? You've torn this kingdom apart! People are dying because of you!"

His mother's smile faded, her eyes narrowing as she moved forward, her voice cold as ice. "Those sacrifices are necessary. Power is not given—it's taken. And this kingdom will be ours, no matter the cost."

Before Killua could respond, a movement caught his eye. Two guards stepped forward, dragging someone into the room—a small, delicate figure struggling against their grip.

Killua's blood ran cold.

"Alluka!" he shouted, his voice filled with panic.

His sister, Alluka, looked up, her eyes wide with fear. The guards held her tightly, their grips firm as she tried to pull away. She was unharmed, but the terror in her eyes sent a wave of dread crashing over Killua.

"Let her go!" Killua demanded, his voice breaking with desperation.

The queen's smile returned, this time sharper, more predatory. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Killua. You see, I've always known you were a problem—too soft, too easily swayed by emotion. But I also know your weakness."

Killua's heart pounded in his chest, his hands shaking as he gripped his sword tighter. He had been prepared to face his parents, to overthrow their tyranny and take back the kingdom, but this—using Alluka—was something he hadn't anticipated. His sister was innocent, and now she was being used as a pawn in their twisted game.

"Don't do this," Killua pleaded, his voice raw. "This is between us. Leave Alluka out of it."

The queen's eyes gleamed with cruelty. "It's already done. You want to overthrow me? Go ahead. But know that the moment you try, Alluka will suffer the consequences."