Eggsy Suit Kingsman Novels & Stories

Sink or swim, little bird. The doors swung open, and four men in sharp, European-cut suits entered, the Kingsman representatives. They were seasoned, weary, and clearly unimpressed by the presence of a new assistant and a boyfriend who seemed more interested in his reflection in the window than the balance sheets. “Let’s begin,” Killian rumbled.

The double door swung open, making my heart pound so hard in my chest. The man stood straight, hands behind his back, and announced, “His Majesty, the King.” I straightened my back, ignoring the spike of my pulse. The King marched with two men behind him. King Augustus was of medium build, tall, with short, slick back salt and pepper hair, a cleaned-shaven rectangular face, with vibrant pale blue eyes, and definitely not the impostor I met a few weeks ago. The King wore a bespoke dark blue three-piece suit, white shirt, and a red tie.

He warned, his lips spread into a silly smile. My jaw tightened but it wasn't obvious. He looked away, his hands together in his back, his gaze fixed on the field like he was monitoring the servant from where he stood. “The King doesn’t summon bound servants to his private study before sunrise.” Cassian smiled. “You don't want to get in more trouble” “You've stayed too long in a place you're not supposed to be given a seat talk more of a title”. “True.” He tilted his head. “But most times fate has a way of making one the most slight after in Tye seven pack” He paused then continued.” I heard you lack manners but I thought otherwise,I'm impressed you pulled it off effortlessly”.

The sound that came out of Lachlan was the sound of pure agony and desperation for need as his cock filled up with blood and his erection strained against the royal slacks. Permission was neither to be given nor granted, because whatever the Lycan Crown wanted, he took. Evren’s eyes opened for a slight moment as King Lachlan pulled him towards the dais. The clothes on Evren’s body were nothing but cheap rags that came off with ease as the king ripped them apart.

Keith I looked at my image in the full-length mirror in front of me. I was clad in a black leather suit that added to my powerful aura. A huge gold ring bearing the insignia of the pack sat on my finger. I inhaled as I recalled Cassian’s conversation from the night before. I would have to caution Olga about the beheadings. She had ordered the deaths of two of her servants already. I did not wish for that to become a pattern under my reign.

"I never thought I’d be wearing something like this at my age." Ivy May smiled, her eyes flashing with a touch of professional pride. "They’re more than just armor, Mrs. Theresa. They’re a shield. And tonight, they’re going to be the difference between victory and defeat." Oliver stood in the center of the room, his own suit—the 'King’s Armor'—being fitted by Nikolai. The suit was a deep, obsidian black, its surface etched with the same intricate patterns as his jade ring. As the final plate clicked into place, Oliver felt a sudden, powerful surge of energy. The suit was linked to the ring, a connection that seemed to amplify his senses and sharpen his focus.

I asked, my voice laced with amusement. "He said I can’t be the princess today!" Eva exclaimed, dramatically pointing at the stuffed castle in the corner. "Because you’re the princess every single day! Today, I get to be king!" Ethan declared, puffing out his chest like it was a royal decree. "Oh really? Then why are you wearing a cape like Superman, Kings don't wear capes?" Eva shot back, a smirk creeping onto her face. I chuckled, shaking my head. "Alright, you two, calm down. You can both wear your crowns. But first, it’s breakfast time. No royal orders on an empty stomach."

“Their Majesties King Dante, King Lucien, and King Kade of Varynia!” Everyone turned toward the grand entrance as the three kings walked in together looking every bit the powerful rulers they were. My mouth actually watered at the sight of them. Dante wore a sharp black suit with silver threading that made his cold grey eyes stand out even more. Lucien had chosen a deep crimson jacket with gold accents that hugged his frame perfectly and made him look dangerously charming. Kade was in all black with subtle silver embroidery that matched the others and his quiet presence somehow made him the most striking of all. They moved with absolute confidence greeting important guests as they made their

They followed the knights, and a few minutes later, they entered a room. A wide room greeted them. The throne room. They saw a man with a crown on his head at the center, who looked to be in his 40s. The man is the King of the Aero Kingdom. Beside the King are the Queen and a beautiful maiden with a princess tiara on top of her head. The princess’ beauty is magnificent. Their dresses differ from all the people of the Aero Kingdom. The King has a yellow and red layered dress, while the Queen wears a red and white elegant dress, and the princess wears a blue and white stunning dress, matching her porcelain complexion. Joaquin and Bryle paid their respects to the royalty.

He was wearing nothing under his cloak leaving his body bare and the long scar that trail from his left chest to his navel. He walked forward towards the king's throne with his head held high and his grey eyes cold and emotionless. His face was deprived of any emotion and I did not miss the way the officials took down loud gulps and also the nervous expression on the king's face. Even the General seem a bit uncomfortable with the presence of this new comer. Who is he? "Greetings King Collins" The mysterious man bowed before the king although it seem more like a mere nod of acknowledgement to me. "I am King Patrick of Evergreen"