THIS FAN-FICTION CONTAINS A MAJOR SPOILERS OF THE MOVIE

Kissing the princess has been my childhood dream for my lifetime.

It was as great as I expected. Yet somehow I feel like missing something.

Something was not that... grand. I couldn't be sorry though. My dream has finally come true.

I thought about my latest experience with Princess Tilde on the way home.

"And finally, we're landed." the voice of Merlin jolts me awake from my pretty-dirty thoughts. I stand up straight and get my things.
"What's going on in that head of yours? You seem pretty... off." a smirk is playing on his face.

I smirk back and shrug, saying nothing.

"Lancelot had arrived before us. I think we'll meet her at the funeral soon."

That's right. The funeral of my knight, Harry Hart. Losing him was one of the greatest pain in my life I haven't tasted for quite a long time. I must be strong and fight on though. At least having Merlin and Lancelot by my side still keeps me going smoothly.

Lancelot- I mean Roxy. She's my best friend now. Maybe the only friend left.

And I know having her by my side at the funeral will light me up somehow.

[HARRY HART'S FUNERAL, KINGSMAN MEMORIAL PARK, CLASSIFIED LOCATION, LONDON]

I stand unmoved, still looking the carved letters on Harry Hart's grave.

GALAHAD

Simple as that. Galahad.

I cannot mourn over Harry's death. But I can't keep fighting the pain in my chest. Standing here is just tortuous.

A few people attended to the funeral, everyone was the agents of Kingsman. Even the priest was a retired one. They at least seemed to respect me, not treating me like shit like Charlie the spoiled rich brat. Now those elites are all gone. Only I left standing, hands still crossed like the rite isn't over yet.

"Hey" the feminine voice rings in my head. I turn around to look at Roxy's face. She lets down her hair for today. And she looks as sweet as an angel. Her smile seems to sympathize with me.
"Hey" I simply greet her back. Looking down to my feet, wearing spy-ish shoes Harry gave me the day I went to his tailor and discovered his secret armoury.
"You can put a smile on your face." Her hand touches my shoulder. "At least pretend you're okay. That's why the spies do. Pretending."
I nod. Try to bring a smile. I guess the picture Roxy's seeing right now is not that convincing.
"You cannot fool me this time. I'm sorry." Her smile seems so sad. "I know losing Harry is still hard to forget. You have to fight on though. That's what Harry wants you to do. Remember?"
I nod again. "I'll keep that in mind."
"You're great at that. Harry would be proud."
I smile, feeling a bit uplifted.
"So would I. I'm proud of you, Eggsy." She squeezes my hand. Then just simply leaves.

Now I stand alone at the graveyard.

Harry is proud of me.

So is Roxy.

And even without Harry, I'm not alone on this path. At least not anymore. Maybe I've never been alone.

AUTHOR Feel free to make comments to my story. I'm definitely open-minded for it. Please don't be too harsh anyway.