Eggsy Suit Kingsman Novels & Stories

The burden of the shackles was nothing compared to the weight in my bleeding heart. Suddenly my thoughts were ripped apart by two curt raps a few minutes later and the door flung open once more. A middle aged man stepped in cautiously. He was clad in a formal outfit, his expression was indifferent but his eyes coldly analytical. "I am Ryan Myers," the silver haired entrant said, introducing herself with an obsequious bow. I admired his hair that was tied in a unique bun. He added: "The King has instructed me to intimate you on your duties as his mate."

His intense blue eyes lifted to meet hers, and for a moment, the outside world seemed to vanish. Asher Kingsley was a striking figure. Standing at 6'4" with a chiseled jawline and a sculpted physique, he exuded an almost otherworldly allure. His impeccably tailored dark suit accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame. His intense blue eyes, framed by dark, thick lashes, seemed to pierce through the room, and his tousled dark hair added a touch of rugged charm to his otherwise polished appearance. Despite his godlike handsomeness, his stern expression conveyed a seriousness that left no room for frivolity.

After looking around, Sophie Kenwick was drawn to the luxurious environment. The moment Xyla Quest walked in, an employee dressed in a suit approached her. “Ms. Quest, are you here to see King?” “Yes,” Xyla replied. “Do you have an appointment? Ouch!” Before the employee could finish speaking, somebody dressed in a similar suit knocked his head violently with a makeup brush. That person was King, the young and successful celebrity stylist. Although they were both wearing similar suits, King wore an elegant, custom-made suit that made him seem more exclusive.

I didn’t want one. When the preparations were done, Theo and Tristian stepped back, surveying their work. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The ceremonial black and gold suit was a testament to my lineage—strong, royal, and commanding. But today, I didn’t just see a king. I saw a male who was about to vow his life to his queen.

the said again shaking the steward out of his trance " The dragon eggs are silver and green only, what black egg are you saying!!" The chief steward remarked angrily as he finally looked up and saw what his assistant is pointing at, then he walked closer to the egg and inspect it but he couldn't feel any soul attachment from it " it's.... it's .......the green egg.. is dead" the steward whispered as he finally managed to let out the sentence, his misfortune down on him, he is dead for real, the king will kill him, No, Not only him ... the king will kill him and all his family.. he was deep in thought as his assistant ran back to the palace with the other egg to deliver the news to the king

If Evelyn had stepped in, there was no reason to worry. Suddenly, there was the sound of many footsteps in the hallway. They looked out to see William approach the classroom in a well-tailored suit. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and moved with an air of calm grace. Behind him were a dozen elite bodyguards, as well as his personal secretary and two special assistants. It was a spectacle that drew everyone's attention. "Look, it's Mr. Kingsman!" "Why did Mr. Kingsman come to this floor all of a sudden?"

Grayson replied conspiratorially. A portly man wearing a black suit, white shirt, and a formal, colored sash—obviously the colors of Estrea—walked into the doorway and placed his hands on his hips, reminding Ari of a modern King Henry VIII. His commanding demeanor, and family resemblance to Grayson and Xavier, made it obvious that he was the King. He looked between his sons. "So, which of you is responsible for this?" "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Ari interjected in an effort to save them both, knowing it could work… or backfire completely. She hoped it was the first.

Cam said as he headed to the door. "Again, this is not a date!" Kanyon rubbed the bridge of his nose as he shouted after him. Cameron picked out an outfit with matching shoes he was sure Jessica would love, but the King would probably hate, and then he issued orders via the link, directing the servants to perform his requested tasks. Kanyon would need some help pulling this date off. He hurriedly went back to the King's quarters. "Here," he handed him the outfit. The king grabbed them from his grip and inspected them with a grim expression. "Pink, really?"

We were there for a while as more people were rescued, they gave us food and water, it wasn't edible, but it was enough. After a few hours, Beta Ryder came forward and called for everyone to gather to be addressed by the king. A moment I had been dreadfully looking forward to. If I ever doubted his kingship or the monarchy before, now I don't. His eyes were red with bloodlust, probably from killing all night. I have never seen that shade of red and black in a pair of eyes before. He didn't need to try before his aura had us all bowing. For some reason, he seemed awfully familiar.

Chapter 7 Meeting the King "As I hear the news that Kie's father's private jet has landed, my nerves begin to flutter like a bird's wings. I'm upstairs, and after a hot shower, wrapped in a towel, frantically searching for the perfect outfit to meet a king. My closet seems to mock me, offering nothing but dull options. I couldn't bring myself to part with my mom's clothes, still treasured after the funeral. So, I venture into her closet, and my eyes land on a showstopper - a stunning black gown adorned with what appears to be diamonds, designed to accentuate my curves. Next, I tackle my hair, waving my wand in a flurry of motion, trying out different styles before settling on a messy, pulled