"You can tag along if you'd like. We made you an alias for their mission just in case you wanted to go with them. I'm well aware of what you're capable of, Nallya." After arriving at the manor, the first thing Waverly did was tell the boys to pack up and left them to prepare before he even debriefed them for the mission. He went to find Nallya right away to tell her about it and gave her a seperate file.

"There's a facility in Belgium that I want you and the boys to see. It's one of Macmahon Industries' import docks that's stationed at Knokke-Heist. Brogan Macmahon, the CEO of the Oil and Metal company is now working alongside the ruthless Saoirse McGrath, The Irish Mafia Godmother. Which got our attention because McGrath's men had been taking a keen interest in trying to acquire plutonium from here in England and Iceland and according to reports, one of them found a supplier from Vietnam and we don't know how they're going to use it or how big it's going to be. We need the three of you to interfere before it jumps starts a nuclear world war." Nallya listened carefully as she spritzed through the file, taking in every little piece of information and storing it at the back of her head. Upon finishing the file, Waverly hands her another one.

"This is your temporary cover."
She opens the folder and bit down her tongue.

Their cover is The Transylvanian Royal Family because according to the file, nobody even knew Romania was under monarch rule.

"You're going to Romania in a few hours and the team will be flying to Belgium the day after the coronation.... Also I told Agata that if Philip calls, you're on tour."

"Okay, thank you."Nallya read more into the file and found out she'll be playing the part of their sister.

"So.. has Agent X actually given any thoughts about joining the team?"she stared at Waverly, not answering his question but thinking about it.

Pros of joining the Intelligence Agency:
'New' life, protection, back up, excused actions, working with Illya.

Cons of joining the Intelligence Agency:
99% chance of being murdered by old agency, working with people you don't know and trust, under orders once again, Waverly's unknown motif, emotionally compromising because of the standard team set ups. On the grid at all times.

"I'm in."

By far the dumbest decision I've made. She thought.

"Good. Bring me chocolate when you get back from the mission."

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The three arrived at the airport in three seperate cars for the added effect of seeming important. They haven't seen one another after breakfast and all they know is that they're taking seperate rides to the airport. Nallya assumed that the other two would be in much more uncomfortable clothes than she was, but she was wrong and she wanted to fight Waverly at his choice of attire.

"You're arriving at your brother's coronation" He says.
"You have to wear this gown" He says.

As much as she complained in her head, it was a job. She does her job and that's what she was known for.

"We've arrived, ma'am." The car doors open and she steps out, lifting the hem of the dress off the floor with one hand and the other covering the unclothed line down the middle of her cleavage to her stomach.

"Thank you, Jonathan." She was already walking to the plane when another car comes to a halt. Nallya turns around and saw a very regal-looking Illya that was visibly more irritated than the usual, but nonetheless still looking as handsome as ever. He was wearing a red regency military uniform complete with a golden sash and medals.

Is that? He dyed his hair black! She tried her hardest not to crack a smile at this and all of a sudden the dress and the wig didn't feel as uncomfortable.

Illya took long strides toward her with security struggling to catch up with his wide steps.

"You look extra beautiful in that dress." He leans down and gives her a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you.... Nice hair. It brings out the murder in your eyes."

"You're only alive because I like you."

"Aww. I like you too, Kuryakin"

The last car stops just behind the other two cars and Napoleon got off. He was wearing the black version of Illya's clothes. Not what the two expected.

"Nice hair, Peril."

"Why am I surprised." Illya turns around and his bodyguards lead his way to the private jet. Napoleon and Nallya followed him to the stairs.

"You look alluring."

"Thanks and we thought we'd be seeing you in a Tux."

"Captain's orders."

"Doesn't look too bad..." Silence filled the air as they all got in the plane and sat down.

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5 hours into the 9 hour flight to Transylvania, Nallya was beginning to doze off on Illya's side of the seat. But she didn't want to sleep because they were in the sky with about 15 other people who easily outnumbered them incase they weren't actual security. She tried to keep herself awake, but Illya was starting to become aware of the struggle.

"заснуть, малютка.."(go to sleep, little one) He whispered gingerly, stroking the side of her face lullingly.

"Вы знаете, что я не могу...." (you know that I can't) she answers lowly.

"Я делаю. Я прямо здесь. Покоиться."(I do. I'm right here. Sleep.) He ordered supplicatingly. Well it was more of a plead. Nallya gives him a vacant, contemplative look and gave in eventually. She rests her head on his upper arm and lets her eyelids fall over her eyes. Illya remained as still as he could and during that time he replayed yesterday's events in his head. None of them spoke about it, he thought. But he knew Napoleon and Nallya seemed to be going on with the day indifferently, so it must not be that big of a deal. Though he did find the whole thing satisfying, he wouldn't admit to enjoying such acts.

Napoleon was observing the russians that were sitting across from him. One was presumed to be sleeping, the other lost in his thoughts, forgettingg about the ongoing game of chess on the table.

Napoleon coughed awkwardly and nods to the board to which Illya responded with a fazed look in his eyes.

"It's been your turn for fifteen minutes. Finally submitting to a loss?"

"In your dreams.." Illya muttered back and saw the chance to take Napoleon's queen.

"Checkmate." He lifted his bishop and put it over where the queen was. Napoleon clicks his tongue and claps his hands.

"Good game.... speaking of good.-"

((-Italicized quotes in Russian.-))

"-What do you remember from last night?" Napoleon crosses his legs and leaned on the arm rest.

"Why are you asking? You were there too."Illya arched an eyebrow.

"Because she hypnotized the both of us."

"How do you know?"

"Houdini."

Illya blinks and the memory from last night replaced with Nallya rubbing circles on Napoleon's thigh and Illya's forearm, both of them concentrating on the physical contact too much they didn't realize it was slowly slipping them into fugue state of mind.

-- flashback

Once they were fazed and unmoving, she gets out of the tub, snapping her finger infront of their face to make sure they weren't awake then proceeding to go to the bedroom to go dress for dinner.

After dinner, they all got back to Nallya's room. The two stood and watched her as she took off her clothes and got in a black,sheer-laced kimono. It did very little to cover her body, but that's why she likes it. "The only way you'll remember this night as it is and get back to normal is if you hear the word Houdini... and the way you should remember it until then is that the three of us had intercourse in the bathroom just how you'd like it."She debated whether she should ask them personal questions but she knew better. Because when they hear the word they'll remember the questions. So she just asked them to discard their clothes but their underwear to make them comfortable.

"Now, you two are going to join me in the bed... because it's cold and I'm bored." Nallya takes their hands and lead them to the four posted bed that was twice the size of a king. It had burgundy curtains matching the quilt and the covers of the pillows. She releases their hands and climbs the foot of the bed to get on and crawled closer to the headboard before settling in the middle.

"Come on.You two have to sleep too, you know.." The men obliged and slipped in next to her on either side.

Long enough, all of them were asleep until 5 in the morning. Nallya got up to wake Napoleon. He stirs and looks at her.

"You should go back to your own room and when you get in, do what you usually do and be normal. I'll see you later, alright?" She had her hand resting on his cheek and her thumb hovering over the corner of his lips.

"Alright.." With that, he got out of the bed and went back to his room. That's all what Napoleon remembers from his point, but the night went on.

Nallya pondered while she stared at Illya, who was left sleeping on the right side of the bed. She studied him like she always did when she became more developed and began to appreciate Illya in a new way. He was attractive and she couldn't deny that. That's why she enjoyed looking at him. Every line and curve of his face and every scar on his body. She only knew about those because Illya sleeps in his boxers and she'd been popping up in his room to wake him up.

Sooner or later the wholesome admiration became a strong sensual appetite despite the whole thing that happened before. Because at this time, she discovered her own ethics... and a great level of pettiness. She figured The KGB had the full intent to ruin her using Illya because she had an undefiled bond with him and that, that was viewed as weakness. After then, she learned. They can't do anything because she would gladly jump on Illya to aggravate them even more when she's done something.

Illya's eyes flutter open and he gapes at Nallya, examining her the way she was doing to him.

"Keep this our secret? You can act normal now..." Just like that, Illya was aware again, with the exception of  THE scene in the other room.

"What are you doing up this early?"He asks, pulling the comforter over Nallya's shoulders and soothing it over.

"Napoleon got out of bed and it woke me up."She murmurs, nestling close to him. She traced the thin trail of hair from his chest, gradually moving it down until she feels the waistband of his boxers.
Nallya felt him stiffen when her hand snuck into it and her fingers enclosed around his cock. Her hand oscillated on the shaft slowly from the balls to the head just once, savoring every inch of it.

"You're still as impressive as I remember..." she mumbled against his skin, taking her hand out and a smirk ghosted over his lips. Illya adjusts the covers and pulls her over on top of him. Her legs were on the sides of his hips and her wrists secured in Illya's hand above the curve if her ass.

Because Nallya's legs were a perfect spread, Illya grinded his covered length over her exposed lips and a little moan came out of her mouth followed by a curse.

"Dammit, Illya... "

"I've been meaning to ask... I know you like controlling everything, what makes me an exception?" Illya sits up, not letting go of her hands and leans back to the headboard. He adjust Nallya on his lap and  pinching the neckline of her kimono, feeling the fabric in his hand before sliding it off of her shoulder.

"Because you're the only other person who understands the actual power of dominance.... other than me.. and you use it flawlessly."

"Do I?" She nods, watching Illya take off the top part of her robe and singlehandedly untied the belt on her waist and she throws her head back. He puts his hand over her stomach and snaked up her neck, delicately clasping around it. He gave it a moderate squeeze to the sides and he felt Nallya's hands clench. He releases the hold for a few seconds and does it tighter than the last one, but quickly. He didn't want her dead, he wants her to feel pleased..

He lets go of her hands and she let them fall on her sides. Illya took the robe and dropped it at the edge of the bed before turning their positions over so that he hovered over her.

-Flashback interrupted

"Well?"

"She told me to go back to my room after you did." Illya lied, of course. She did say keep it a secret.

Napoleon seemed satisfied with the answer. He felt special because of the morning after, but so did Illya. Neither knew.

"If you guys could be quiet that would be great."
Nallya mumbled, peeking under her lashes with one eye.

The two sniggered and set up a new game.

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The cathedral the coronation was being held was a sizable structure. It can accommodate up to 4,000 people... about 6700 showed up, some waiting outside as the ceremony went on. It was the first time in years that the royal family came out to the public and it was a surprise when they found out about the newest addition: Princess Konstantin, the younger sister of Prince Ștefan and Prince Victor.
People, especially little girls, were overwhelmed when they saw Nallya get out of the car in front of the cathedral.

"Prințesă! Frumoasa!" She smiled and wave in return, walking up the cathedral steps.

"Where are you guys?" She asks inbetween her teeth, looking over her right shoulder to see if the other cars were there.

"On your left." Napoleon came up to her steps and offered his arm, simultaneously waving at the people with the other and giving them a smile.

"Where's Illya?"They make their way to to doors and they were greeted with a church full of people, so they chose to stand at the top of the stairs to wait for him.

"He's ...talking.. to the Godmother." He whispered.

"That fast?"

"Well U.N.C.L.E. contacted them weeks before we were debriefed. Apparently the Transylvanian royal family is interested in funding their project and improving their international relations to get the materials they need. We're infiltrating that program."

"Understood... oh there he is." The people got louder  when Illya came out of the car and actually smiled. If Napoleon or Nallya didn't know him they would have thought it was some random bubbly prince.

"He looks like the sun. I think this mission broke him already." Nallya elbowed Napoleon and he chuckled.

"Maiestățile dumneavoastră, ceremonia va fi începe în curând" (Your Highnesses, the ceremony will be starting soon.) One of the staff ushered the two to their positions near the altar and the coronation was set in course.

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Nallya was playing solitaire when Illya bursted into her room.

"We have to meet them in the airport by the morning." He stated, taking the seat across from her and rest his elbows on his thighs.

"Don't you have to be somewhere? signing papers?" She replied, not looking up from her game and moving the whole row under the king.

"I finished signing papers and I just got out of a meeting with the judiciary court." While Illya was speaking, Nallya noticed movement at the corner of her eye. She puts the cards back down on the table.

"Are you here to talk about that or?" She motioned to the dark part of the room by swiping her tongue on her lips to its direction. Illya's eyes followed because they were already resting on them. But one thing he knew for sure, Nallya hates licking her lips that way because it dries even more. He caught the objective.

"Yes, about one of the legislatures."
Nallya reached over the table with Illya blocking the view of the intruder with the intent of getting the knife he took out. She obscurely attained it by making a swiping motion with her hand over the edge of the table. She takes the deck box from the corner and got back to her seat.

She acted like she was tending to her cards when she was aiming and waiting for the right moment. She hears the slightest movement and she threw the knife, earning a hiss in pain.

The person comes out of the shadows, yanking the knife from their arm.

"Really? You two just don't have a day off do you. Couldn't have handled it better." Illya wanted to laugh but he realized how deep the knife penetrated Napoleon's bicep.Napoleon's jaw was locked in concentration as he tried to stop the bleeding.

"Dammit, Solo." Nallya came by his side and sat him down on the couch.

"Illya could you please get the bandages. They're in my luggage." Illya rushed to the room to retrieve it.

"Stop moving."

"I can hold my own. I'm a special agent too, you know."

"I'm not having jackshit, Napoleon. Why were you hiding anyway....And very poorly might I add." Nallya ripped the sleeve of his shirt and used it to put pressure on his wound.

"I was showing myself around." He extends his arm to make it easy for her

"Yeah, around my room."

"Here"Illya handed her a first aid kit and she puts it on Napoleon's lap.

"Take out the alcohol. You're lucky it's a needlepoint. It's a clean cut so you just need to sterilize it and stitch it."

Nallya pats him on the injured arm for humour but he lowered at her for the action. It was the first time she has ever seen him in the verge of vexation. He thins his lips and closes his eyes.

"Did he have to think about you throwing knives at him when you met him?"

"Eh" Illya lift his shoulders and Nallya looks back at Napoleon.

"Hey, it's not on the bone. Don't take it too seriously."

"I won't, Doll. Trust me."

"Well, then. Patch it up. We have to be up for Belgium tomorrow."Nallya starts walking to her room and turns back on the last second.

"Almost forgot. Don't get blood on the couch."