This idea totally came to my head a little while ago and I just loved it.

This is a Kingsman and Princess Diaries crossover with a hint of Sherlock, but mainly focuses on Kingsman.

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A little five year old princess chased after her two German Shepard puppies in the royal garden as her bodyguard watched on. She had lovely dark wavy hair, the same her mother's was when she were a girl, sadly, her parents had similar traits such as dark brown hair and dark eyes so no one could possibly tell which side she was more like. Both parents were troublesome so it was most likely that their daughter would turn out to be trouble.

The little girl threw the tennis ball and giggled as her puppies yipped and chased after it. Suddenly, one of the pups disappeared behind a bush.

"Get back here you-."the little girl squealed in French and scurried after the pup. "-Oh."

She stood still, almost uncomfortable, as the man stared down at her. She shifted her footing, almost ready to call for her bodyguard.

"Bonjour," the man smiled down at her. He wore a very nice suit, a lot nicer than most of the upper class men that come for her mother's dinners, and his smile was very kind.

"Bonjour." She replied in turn.

"Is he yours?" he asked in her native tongue as he gestured to one of her German Shepards.

She nodded.

"Does he have a name?"

She shook her head.

"Does the other one have a name?" he asked.

She just kept staring at the man before she patted her other pup on the head. "Yes…I named him Phillippe, after my grandfather Prince Philippe."

"That's a very good name." he knelt down to the girl. She smiled, without realizing that both their smiles were identical.

"What's your name?" she asked. "I'm Ni.." she paused, contemplating the pronunciation of her own name. "Nini…Niniane, but Mother calls me Viv, so you can call me that."

The man chuckled and brushed a finger lightly on the little girl's cheek.

"Of course, Viv." His grin grew, almost to the point it would possibly be too big for his face. "My name is…Galahad."

"Galahad?" Niniane pondered the name for a moment then looked to her nameless pup. "That's what his name shall be!" she smiled. "Galahad and Philippe."

"Niniane!"

Niniane squeaked and looked over to her bodyguard, he looked rather upset with her. She quickly gathered Galahad and Philippe and stood beside her bodyguard.

"Yes, Uncle Mycroft?" she asked innocently.

"Go with Gerard." Mycroft instructed, his eyes not leaving Galahad's. "Go inside."

"Yes, Uncle Mycroft." She sighed, before turning to Galahad and waving good-bye.

Once the little princess was out of sight Mycroft turned on Galahad, his voice serious but his eyes revealed he was more sympathetic toward the man.

"You can't be here, Galahad." Her bodyguard growled to the gentleman.

"I know, Percival." Galahad sighed. "I know, I'm leaving for headquarters in the morning I just wanted to see her…one last time."

"You could have stayed with Mia, Galahad." The bodyguard whispered. "But you chose to leave, now you must go."

Galahad nodded, reluctantly, and left. Never to see his daughter again.

Present Day 12 years later...

It all happened so fast, she had no idea how they got passed security. They had the best security known to man, all of them were military trained, some even she couldn't know their background, like her own bodyguard, Mycroft Holmes. All she was able to find out was that he worked for the British government once and he had a brother who was a freelance detective of some sort. Nothing could ever get passed Mycroft and she knew he would lay his life on the line for her.

She heard gunshots and screams.

She had never heard these things before; she rarely was allowed to leave the castle let alone the bad side of the city. She was a princess, not a towns girl.

Niniane Clarisse Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi single heir to the Genovian throne, daughter of Queen Mia, and great granddaughter of Queen Clarisse. She was born and raised a lady, a princess, an intelligent young woman.

She was raised by both her mother and great grandmother, as well as her own guardian, Mycroft. She never met her father, she was never told stories about her father besides the fact he abandoned her mother after he saved her life and got her pregnant (which was, and still is, a big scandal in the country of Genovia). Niniane didn't mind not knowing her father, she always thought she was more like her mother and she was fine with it. But, Niniane adored her great grandmother's attention and worked her hardest to be the best princess and an elegant woman. She was given all the books she could ever want if she were well behaved. Her grandmother even made comments about how much she liked Niniane more than Queen Mia because Niniane was much easier to teach. Actually, Niniane got along with her great grandmother more than her own mother, probably because Niniane and Queen Clarisse had similar personalities. They were both brutally honest and held a professional air about them.

Due to the fact that she could not get along with people in her honest manner, Niniane chose to seclude herself. Though, she obviously needed some sort of distraction, she became precise, with the occasional visits of her bodyguard's brother, Sherlock Holmes, to give her some sort of lesson in observation. Everything is in order, everything has its place and she began to develop the ability to notice when things were out of place. It's not deduction like Mr. Holmes; it's the art of noticing things.

Anyways, back to the situation at hand.

Niniane acknowledged the handguns the men had all pointed at her. Mycroft stood stock still as he eyed the men strategically.

"Uncle Mycroft," Niniane said as she calmly continued to drink her cup of coffee at her desk. "I would very much appreciate it if you told me what is going on. And don't you dare just say there are guns pointed at us, because that is fairly obvious."

"Niniane, these men are here to kill you." Mycroft said bluntly. He opened his umbrella, it was obviously some sort of sophisticated weapon, Niniane decided she would ask about it later, and Mycroft blocked her from the attackers' view.

"Oh." Niniane said and took another sip of her cup. "Do you gentlemen mind if I finish my drink first? I haven't had my first cup of coffee yet this lovely morning and if I don't have it I get rather-" she glanced behind her briefly. "-agitated."

"Now is not the time for games, Princess." One of the men growled. "You're to come with us."

Niniane frowned and gazed through the glass of one of her paintings above her desk, watching the five men through the reflection.

She sighed and lightly placed the cup on the desk. She ever so secretively slid her hand under her desk, grasping the hidden weapon she put there in case of such a situation. "Very well then." She stood up from her seat, the gun behind her back and eyes filled with determination. "But I'm afraid, I must correct you gentlemen," she said. "I'm not the one that is to die in the moment." She raised her gun. "You are." And in a split second all five men were on the floor, dead, and her face unmoving, unaffected by her own actions.

It wasn't until this day did she realized her potential. Her mother and great grandmother had seen it since the day she started walking, but Niniane remained clueless. She just thought she was extremely different due to the fact she was the only heir to the Genovian throne. Elegance and acting proper were the only things Niniane had ever known, she never knew her father. Little did she know that she was more like her father than her great grandmother would like.

"You killed those five men." Mycroft stated, almost in shock.

Niniane scoffed and tucked her gun back into its hiding place. Her wittiness she attained from her mother.

"What? Like it's hard?"

But that's what silently disturbed Niniane in the back of her mind, she would never show her discomfort but she knew it was there. Killing those men was too easy….and she liked it.