Novel & Cerita Eggsy Suit Kingsman

He walked slowly towards the edge of the bed. "Leave us," Arthur whispered, his voice cracking. "I will be right outside the door, sire," Liran said. He and Kaelen backed out of the room, the heavy iron locks clicking into place, sealing the King with his shadow. ------- The heavy oak doors of the grand council chamber swung open with a resounding echo. Arthur exhaled once. And became the King again He walked in. There was no tremor in his hands. There was no sweat on his brow. Draped in his heavy, gold-embroidered velvet robes, his spine was perfectly straight, his eyes cold and commanding. He looked every inch the monarch he was born to be.

"Let's take a shower together! Then I will help you get dressed. I know you don't feel like seeing anyone right now. Still, you have to! You are going to be the King. What kind of King will you be if you let them all see your weaknesses?" He planted a kiss on my forehead, then thanked me. In a matter of minutes, we both got ready. We picked white as the concept for our outfits since it hints at new beginnings. I wore a white shoulder-tight dress that lands above my knees. Meanwhile, Damien wore a white suit that matches my dress. Matter of fact, he looks hot while wearing that suit.

What is he playing at? “Watch it, asshole!” Suri snapped at Martin, who rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Women.” He tsks, and I chuckle before walking towards the rogue king. “Shall we?” The rogue king made his way to his seat, and just like we had practiced, I went to stand in my spot. Cassian walked in as well, a powerful aura radiating off him as he walked. His white and gold royal garments make him look like a god walking among us.

Samael's role as both king, alpha of all alphas and the one to crown Allistair only heightened the tension. His gaze lingered on Allistair, making it clear that this day held significance for more than just the coronation. Allistair's attire was a bold reflection of his lineage and the weight of the mantle he was about to take on. He wore a double-breasted rose gold suit, the fabric shimmering subtly under the golden light of the grand hall. The intricate rose design embroidered into the lapels symbolized the legacy of the Rosewood Pack, each petal catching the light as if to bloom under the heavy gaze of the onlookers. The suit's elegant cut enhanced his tall, lithe frame, and the rich hue

October 20, 1345. Cassidy's Fort, The Queen's Mound, Imras. Prince Hayden of Imras Hayden loved surprises but surprises that came with good news and not one bringing news of impending doom. And it was do that the surprise came in form of a Princess he was in love with. If anyone had told him that he'd be seeing Princess Alyn dressed in mens clothes outside his room door, he'd have called the person barking mad. But here she was shivering from the cold holding on to him for dear life.

“Your Highnesses! Your Highnesses!” Kenneth pulls away to see a messenger racing up to us. “What news, messenger?” Kenneth asks him. “It’s King Emmanuel, sir! He got an egg! He got a blue egg!” All the happiness I was just feeling from my invigorating run disappears. Another royal found and stole an egg. Now, I have to figure out how to get into King Emmanuel’s castle, find the egg, and get it out of there without anyone realizing what I’ve done.

He was attractive in all aspects, if I could start with his face, hairs or body. The king was tall and had a fit and muscular body; he had dark shoulder length raven hairs, the short bangs on the front falling carelessly among his bright green eyes. The smooth clear, tan texture of his skin blended with the contrast of his red silk cape, as it was draped over his white and golden suit, along with sugar-coat which had the emblem of Elixie. He also had on knee length brown boots. All in all, the king was a man who resembled the dream mate of every omega and beta in the world.

“Pussy cat.” The deep voice startled Pandora. She turned to see Kingston appear, holding a red cloth. But what caught Pandora’s attention most was her husband’s appearance. Kingston was wearing an outfit that made him look like... truly a prince. A thick, form-fitting white fabric—firmly hugging his toned stomach and chest—was paired with long trousers that contrasted sharply with his sexy, bronze skin. Hanging from the front of his outfit was a gold medallion. It glistened just like Kingston’s eyes, which shone with a wild intensity.

She was an outsider here, and she wore her otherness like a suit of armor. Her gaze was drawn to the main balcony where the King stood, a solitary figure of stark black and silver against the vibrant backdrop of the party. She had watched him for the better part of an hour. He played his part well, the stoic, regal monarch, but Lyra’s hunter’s eyes saw the truth. She saw the tension in the line of his shoulders, the way he held his goblet without drinking, the distant, unfocused look in his grey eyes. He was a man trapped in a cage of his own making, and the key to that cage was a secret that gnawed at him, a pain she could almost feel from across the courtyard.

The man asked with a brittle tone. “Nice to meet you sir. My name is Aspen, the King ordered me to come here and fit a suit for my wedding tomorrow.” I said shaking the old man’s hand. “Nice to meet you too son. So, what were you looking for? Some blue, black, or even green?” He asked, slowly making his way towards the suits that were hanging. “Just a simple back suit with a white shirt would be perfect.” Saying this I started to walk around, staring at all the materials that were in the room.