Eggsy walks down the stairs in his and Y/n's shared home fixing his tie, Y/n right behind him as they get ready to leave for Kingsman. "Y/n! Eggsy! I hope you're both hungry!" They hear Tilde just before they descend the stairs and see her at the dining table, all set up with everything for three people, with a bright smile.

"Aw, Tilde. We were gonna grab breakfast at work." Y/n said sadly. "This looks amazing but we're late."

"I just thought maybe we could practice? For tonight." She clarifies.

"Practice?" Eggsy asked.

"Mhmm." She nodded.

"Eating?"

"You said you've never eaten at a palace before. And Papa is sort of picky about table manners."

"That's true." Y/n nods and Eggsy glances at her before she looks at Tilde. "But, Eggsy is actually very good with that." She smiles.

"I've got this shit on lock." Eggsy agrees. "I know what every single one of them knives and forks is for."

"This is a butter knife." Harry says, holding up the named utensil. He sits at the head of the table, Y/n on his right and Eggsy across from her on Harry's left. The table is set up for three. "It's the only one you need to remember. The rest of the cutlery is easy. You start from the outside and work your way in with each course." Eggsy picks up the butter knife and holds it like you would a pen. "And never let anyone describe you as 'HKLP'".

"What's that?" Eggsy questions.

"Holds Knife Like Pen." Y/n explains. She demonstrates with her own butter knife, holding it like a pen. "A habit incorrectly believed to be upper class dining etiquette. It's actually quite the opposite." She holds the knife the correct way, like you actually intend to cut your food, with a smile.

Harry moves on to the various crystal glasses sitting beside his plate. "White wine, pudding wine, red wine, water, and pop." He names each glass respectively. "Or whatever tipple takes your fancy." He takes the top off of the dish holding the broth.

Eggsy takes the ladle and pours some into his bowl of a few veggies. "Am I supposed to wait for everyone else to be served before I start eating?" He asked.

"Only if the dish being served is cold." Y/n says. "Or if the Queen is present. Otherwise, tuck in." She smiles.

Y/n smiles sadly at the memory. "Got to be honest," Eggsy starts, "never really thought the royalty bit would be relevant."

"I'm sure Dad would have been happy." Y/n gave him a sad smile.

"Oh. I wish I could have known him better." Tilde said.

Eggsy started to get emotional and to hide it he turned towards the bathroom. "You miss him too, don't you, Mr. Pickle?" Mr. Pickle looked back at the pair with his shiny black eyes. He turned back to the girls with a little smile. "Mr. Pickle says, 'yeah'."

Y/n huffed a small laugh as she looked down and tried to subtely wipe away a tear. Tilde went to comfort her cousin, but Y/n stopped her. "No, it's okay, T. I'm fine. We're gonna be late. Have a good day, yeah?" She gave a nod and left the house, Eggsy following after her and stopping her before she got in the car.

"Hey, hey." He put his hands on her shoudlers and dipped his head down to look at her when she lowered her gaze to the ground. "I don't want you to hide this from me. I want to be there for you."

She sniffed and looked at him with watery eyes. "I just miss him so much. I know he's gone, but my mind just can't wrap itself around that fact. It feels like he's just on another mission, that he's gonna come home, buy a newspaper and tack the front page up like he does everytime. He'll look at me and say 'what did I miss while I was away?' and I'll say 'nothing but the usual'. But he's not. And it hurts."

He pulled her to him, gently petting her hair with one hand as she sniffled into his shoulder. "I know. I know. it'll get better, I promise. And I'll be here for you the whole time."

After a moment she sighs and pulls away, giving him a thankful smile. "Thank you."

"Anything for you, love." He pressed a kiss to her forhead and she wiped her eyes.

"Okay, now we're really going to be late." She chuckled. He smiled and opened the car door for her, closing it when she got in before getting in himself and driving to Kingsman. They had put on their glasses on the way and when he opened her door for her again there was no sign she had been crying some time before, her face holding it's professional expression. They entered the tailor shop and went up the the meeting room where Roxy aka Lancelot and the new Arthur were waiting for them.

Eggsy opened the doors and they entered. "Ah, Galahad, Percival! You're late. We were wondering if you'd had a second encounter with Charlie." Arthur commented as Eggsy took a seat to his right, across from Roxy, and Y/n took her seat next to Eggsy.

"I wish. I'm looking forward to finishing him off." Eggsy nodded at the other members attending via hologram. "All right, gents."

Merlin stood at the doors and Arthur invited him in. "Merlin, come in." Merlin did so as Arthur adressed the other agents. "Galahad, Percival, and Lancelot, please remain for Merlin's debrief. Everyone else, reconvene at 1900 hours." The other agents removed their glasses, leaving the meeting and the five agents alone.

"So," Merlin started, tapping at his tablet and displaying information on the screen above him, "the man who attacked Galahad in the taxi was Charlie Hesketh. Rejected Kingsman applicant turned bad. We last saw him back at Richmond Valentine's HQ." Merlin displayed CCTV footage of when Charlie had Eggsy at knife point at Valentine's V Day party.

"I've caught some fucking spies!" Eggsy in the video held Charlie's arm and electrocuted him with the signet ring, decking him a moment later. Eggsy smirked while watching it.

"Like everyone else there, Charlie had a security implant in his neck. A weakness we had no choice but to exploit." The footage then showed the multicolored plumes of smoke after heads went kaboom.

"Hey, Merlin." Eggsy called. "Still fucking spectacular, eh?" Eggsy mimicked Merlin's accent making Y/n hide an amused smile behind her hand, trying to maintain her professionalism, and the others give him a look. "Come on, guys, loosen up. We saved the world."

"Yeah. Unfortunately, Galahad, you also saved Charlie." The video showed Charlie alive after everything was done, minus his right arm. "When you electrocuted him, you damaged his implant. Instead of his head exploding he only lost an arm and his vocal chords."

"Fucker should be thanking me."

"And now he's back for revenge?" Arthur asked Merlin.

"We don't think so, sir. We believe he's being recruited by an organization. Lancelot?"

"Got the police autopsy reports from Charlie's colleagues in the SUV's. They're not just goons for hire. Finger prints removed. Teeth filed smooth. I did a face recognition. Nothing." Pictures are displayed of the teeth and prints and a golden circled on the skin of one of the men.

"And what's that?" Y/n asked about the circle.

"A cosmetic tattoo made of 24-carat gold. They all had them. Seems like we're looking at some kind of underworld organization."

...

After the debrief Eggsy and Y/n had to go back home for Tilde and they all left to Sweden to have dinner with the King and Queen. Classical music played softly in the blue colored dining room as the royal family and guest eat their food. Eggsy sits across from the princesses in a dashing orange tuxedo and his Kingsman glasses. Tilde wears a pretty black dress that goes over her right shoulder and Y/n wears an off the shoulder f/c dress. Y/n also wears glasses, but she had them altered to look more natural with her more fancier events.

Eggsy hums as he takes a bite. "Mmm. Det här är jättegott." (This is delicious.) He compliments the food in Swedish. Tilde gives him an approving smile and Y/n can't help but beam slightly. He's trying so hard to impress her family. (I phonetically pronounced this into Google translate, I have no idea if it's accurate or not XD)

The King chuckles and looks at Eggsy. "I think we should do you the favor of conversing in English, yes."

"Farbror." (Uncle.) Y/n called and gave him a small frown, but the man brushed it off.

"So, tell me, what do you do?"

"I work for Kingsman, the tailors."

"Ah, yes, that place." Y/n quietly sighed at the disapproval tinting his tone. "My sister, Y/n's mother, met Y/n's father at that place while attempting to find a nice present for me. And she stayed there for the rest of her tragically short life."

"But we were blessed to have a piece of her in Y/n, aren't we?" The Queen kindly smiled at the girl and Y/n returned it with a tiny one. "She looks just like her mother, and has the same personality as well."

"Yes, yes." The King nods. "Although she's followed in that man's steps in becoming a tailor."

"I told you, farbror, that I enjoy my work at Kingsman. And I wouldn't trade it for anything." He lightly shook his head at her, but didn't continue. This is a common occurence since she was old enough to decide where she wanted to go in her life.

"Are you happy with your work, Eggsy?" The King asked.

He nodded. "I am indeed, very happy with my work, Your Highness."

"You may address my daughter and niece as 'Your Highness'. Please address the Queen and myself with 'Your Majesty'." He sternly corrected.

"Pappa, this is a family dinner, not some state function." Tilde spoke up for him.

"Well then, Eggsy. What do you make of the current situation in the Indian financial markets?"

"Pappa!"

"Farbror!" The cousins give the man disapproving looks.

"Uh... Well..." The royals turn their attention to Eggsy. Y/n sighs and goes to look at him apologetically until a voice reaches her ears and he suddenly has a look of confidence. "I don't think we can underestimate the impact of ECB's quantitive easing measures. And of course, the liquidity wave from the US Federal Reserve rate hike getting pushed back." The King and Queen look at each other in surprise while Eggsy takes a bite of food and winks at Y/n. She gives him a half smile and lightly shakes her head.

The King clinked his glass with his fork, signaling for the next course to be served. "Frida Kahlo."

"Well, other than the 1939 acquisition by the Louvre, she wasn't really acknowledged until the new Mexicanisimo art movement of the late 1970s."

The next course is served. "Moorish revival."

"Ahh. The Palazzo Sammezzano. In Tuscany." He looks right at Y/n. "Beautiful." She smiles.

And the next course. "Bluetooth technology."

"Which, of course, got it's name from the legendary Danish king Harald Blatand, whose name translates to 'Bluetooth' in English."

"And the Bluetooth logo is his initials in Norse runic symbols." Roxy has been supplying Eggsy with the information needed to impress the stern King.

"And, as I'm sure you know, the Bluetooth logo is his initials in Norse runic symbols."

Tilde nodded with a smile. "Yeah."

"You're correct." Y/n also nodded, picking up her glass and giving her uncle a look.

"Oh, my God, Eggsy. Why isn't he eating his fucking pudding?" Roxy exclaimed. The corner of Y/n's lips quirked up the tiniest bit at that. She had been hearing Roxy aid Eggsy the entire time. "I need to research this gold tattoo. I found records of other people with the same body modifications. All of them have high level involvement with crime and international drug trafficking. And there's rumors of something called The Golden Circle."

Y/n watched Eggsy as he pressumed to look at the paintings on the wall, but was actually typing a message to Roxy.

ur da best

"Best agent or best friend?"

both ;)

Y/n then looked down at her plate, hiding the movement of her eyes as she also types a message.

I know what youre doing

She glanced at Eggsy and he smirked at her behind his glass and she just shook her head amusedly. She then typed a message to Roxy.

thanks for helping him out

"Of course. Only as a favor to you. Can't let him look like too much of a fool."

"I must say, you're really not as I expected." The King complimented Eggsy.

"Well, thank you very much, Your Majesty." Eggsy made sure to use the right title and the King chuckled.

Suddenly another view came on the display of the glasses. "Eggsy? is that you, mate?" Brandon's voice came through. He was in Harry's old office. Y/n had taken down all of the articles and packed them away, letting Eggsy take it as his own, which he only agreed to if she had some of her things in there as well. "What the fuck is going on here?" Brandon held one of the pistols and lighter grenades in his hands. It seems he found the compartment in the wall. "You a gangster now or something? Fuckin' hell. is that Y/n's aunt and uncle's house? Tell you what. Whatever you're doing, I want in." Brandon put a cigarette up to his lips and opened the lighter, triggering the timer in the device. Y/n's eyes widened slightly as Eggsy's smile fell.

"Put it down!" Eggsy commanded Brandon and pointed, but it looked as if he was addressing the King.

"Why?" The King looked at the small glass in his hand.

"What? This?"

"I said, put it down now!"

"What's wrong with it?" The King set it down.

Brandon just examined the blinking red light and Eggsy had to be more specific. "Shut it! Fucking shut it!"

"Eggsy." Tilde chided.

"I beg your pardon?" The Queen asked startled.

"It's not what you think. It's-" Y/n tried to explain as Eggsy yelled again.

"Shut it! Shut it now!"

Brandon did as told. "All right, mate. Chill your boots."

Y/n let out a quiet sigh and so did Eggsy. "Eggsy, what..." Tilde looked at him questioningly and he realized what it looked like to everyone else.

"Oh, no. Oh, my God, no. I'm so sorry." Before he could explain there was an explosion and Brandon's camera cut out. The agents both had looks of horror and shock. And then the same thing happened to Roxy.

"Oh, my God." Y/n quietly exclaimed and put a hand over her mouth.

"Y/n?" Tilde looked at her worried.

"I'm- I'm so sorry, everyone, but we have to go. We have to go, right now." Y/n jumped up from the table with Eggsy and the two ran out of the room, leaving everyone else to questioned what just happened.