Eggsy Suit Kingsman Novels & Stories

The mating bite on his neck stood openly visible, a symbol that no longer provoked fear but quiet respect from those who saw it. Lucien kept one arm wrapped possessively around Caelan’s waist, his tall, powerful frame a constant shield. The king had traded full armor for simpler black robes edged in silver, but the tension in his broad shoulders had not fully eased. His golden eyes scanned every shadow, every servant, every distant rooftop with ruthless vigilance.

I stood outside his door, twisting my hands together and wondering what the heck was even the duty of an assistant. “Morgana,” his voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I glance up at him, and my breath trap in my chest. Fuck me he looks good. He’s dressed in a charcoal suit that’s perfectly tailored to his form, showing off his broad shoulders and tapering waist. He looks intimidating, dark eyes scanning me from top to bottom, taking in my outfit of a simple shirt, red pencil skirt, and black tights. Is he satisfied? I’d left two bottons open on purpose.

Eventually, we reached a massive garden outhouse bigger than my actual home. A royal guard stood outside. Unlike any other royal guards I have seen so far, including Kida and Simon and their crews, these guards wore a deep red suit with the King's insignia, a phoenix-lion fusion with the Valeria Crown above it. "Cadmus," Caelum acknowledged the guard and nodded once, his voice and tone changing. He stood taller, his aura more of a royalty now than when we're together in the Mansion. I still feel sick to my stomach but I mustered every courage to stand as tall as I can, holding my head high, like I belonged even if every voice in my head said I can never belong.

The bishops are men with mitres on, and carrying croziers. The pawns are mostly the traditional shape, but the finials are elongated, and flame shaped. The Queen looks like Charlie, he could see that much from here, and the Kings looked like the pictures he’d seen of Ben. Jessie is delighted though, and runs for Eliza, hugging her tightly. Eliza holds her just as tightly back. Merlin looks confused, and leans in to Ash to whisper, “Why the tears?” Ash smirks and leans into him, “The Kings are her father, and the Queens are her mother.”

Watching the Hummers sent to gather King Killian from the airfield park in front of the Palace, I step forward to greet the Demon King as he climbs out of the back of the first Hummer, his long legs and sturdy frame not what I expected. “Queen Isabella, so nice to see you again.” King Killian, a man standing over seven feet tall with long flowing black hair, pale skin, and ruby red eyes, says with a wide smile, but I notice the way his smile does not reach his eyes.

“Anyways, hurry up. Finish whatever this is and let's get a move on,” “I'm sorry, let me finish up here and we'll be on our way,” Keagan replied. He combed through the selection of suits, occasionally throwing glances at her from the corner of his eye. There was no hiding, there was something about her that he could not point out that was drawing him towards her, she was fiddling with a display device on her wrist waiting for Keagan to finalize his decision. Among the sea of suits, one particular ensemble caught Keagan's eye. It emanated an aura of sleek sophistication and power, beckoning him closer. The suit stood out from the rest, boasting a vibrant combination of deep crimson and obsidi

Ella POV The fudge did he say? Did I hear him right? This is his fudging House? "Your House?" Gideon nodded. "This is a castle Gideon! This is not a house!" I exclaimed. He just chuckled and proceeded to guide me inside the house. A middle age man wearing you guessed it a suit again! Is there any type of uniform available in this household? Almost all Gideon's staff is wearing a Gajam suit. This man is waiting beside the front door.

"If you would excuse us." The kingsman – Edmund – bowed too. First to the King, "Your Majesty," then to the Duke. "Your Grace." When he turned to them, he said. "My Ladies, this way, if you please." The Duke stepped closer to her and whispered. "Do not take his words to heart; he enjoys the misery of others." She nodded impulsively. He tapped her hand and squeezed her thumb for a brief second. Beth raised her eyes to look at him, holding his intense gaze. "You are safe here."

I glanced behind me with a smile at Chris. "Hi," I said completely on a high. Wow, Bella you fall too fast. Shh, I'm not falling. I'm just tripping. "You look beautiful," he said, he looked dashing. His tux hugged his body, not in a suffocating way but a comfortable, Kingsman way. Yep, there's not a movie that I haven't watched or maybe there is but I haven't discovered it yet. Coincidentally, he was wearing red and black as well.

It feels like no time at all and also a fucking eternity before the elevator at the end of the hall pings. The corridor floods with soldiers in dark formal uniforms, a wall of polished armour and cold steel. King Simeon strides out from the centre of them, immaculate in a black tux, long blond hair loose around his shoulders. He’s a striking male. Then again, all the fae are. It still puts my teeth on edge. He crosses the distance with smooth, unhurried steps. Daemon meets him halfway and they hug briefly before turning toward us. “Simeon, this is Aiden, Tobias’s Beta. Jasper, his Gamma. Marcus, his Delta,” Daemon says. “Guys, this is King Simeon.”