Guinevere, of the Royal Court of Arthur
Harry Hart. His name was Harry Hart. Code name, Galahad. He was one of the Kingsman's most valuable agents and since its inception, the most accomplished. And here he was sitting half naked in front of a woman he'd be searching months for, tirelessly, in a five star hotel room in Milan. He refused to be belittled, yet he did whatever she said. Not because she had any control over his mind or body, respectively. If Harry was dishonest he'd remind himself it was because it was the most logical way to gain her trust. But if Harry was completely honest with himself, it was because he found her simply impossible to oppose.
Berlin, Germany
1999
"Galahad I have eyes on the package, it's on the second floor. Go down the hall take a left then a right, there you will find a stairwell."
"Copy, Merlin." Harry cautiously stepped through the vacant building, trying to avoid detection. He was wearing his navy blue pinstripe, a current favorite of his. He slowly made his way up the stairs, his Oxfords hardly making a click. "Alright Merlin I'm on the second floor. No sign of civilians."
"Good, now go down the hall and there should be a door on your right—go through that and it'll lead you to a big red door do you see it?"
"Yes. I can hear voices behind."
"Very well you should. There are six men behind that door protecting the package we're after. Enter, engage, and secure."
"Stealth entry or barbarian?"
"Your call, Galahad." Harry smirked, breathing in and stepping back. He shot the lock on the door and kicked it open valiantly, waiting for a fight. But he quickly noticed six unconscious, or possibly dead men littering the floor, an empty metal table set askew in the middle of the room.
"Merlin—" Suddenly someone rammed the door against him, knocking him back.
"Galahad, what's the issue?" Harry pushed the door back and saw what he suspected was the cause of all these men's misfortunes. A small person clad in a tweed gray suit, a red bandana over their mouth and nose, with a gun pointed at his head. A small person, holding their package. It wasn't until this person had Harry on the floor that he realized it was a woman, he could tell by her eyes. "Galahad, what's going on?"
The woman laughed and punched him in the face, knocking his glasses off. Harry quickly jumped up and pushed her against the wall. She groaned but quickly recovered and hit him the jaw with retractable baton. She jumped up on his shoulders and held the baton with two hands, holding the pressure and weight of her entire body on his windpipe, choking him. Harry struggled against her and eventually pushed her against the wall. And again, and again until she let up the pressure just slightly and he yanked her over his head and threw her across the room. But she somersaulted to a stand and pushed him against the wall and kicked him swiftly between the legs, a blow he was not expecting. And for good measure she punched him square in the jaw once more and he fell to ground in blinding pain. The woman smirked, watching him fall. She knelt down and pulled her bandana from her face, revealing a small nose and a sweet smile.
Unexpectedly she touched his cheek and bore a look of slight regret. But Harry was flabbergast with pain and confusion upon seeing her full face.
"It's always the handsome ones that give the most fight." She said sadly to herself and promptly left the room.
"Galahad! Galahad can you hear me?" Harry groaned, reaching painfully toward his glasses that were strewn from his face moments, seconds, before. He struggled but eventually slipped them on. "Galahad, did you secure the package?"
"Merlin—" His voice was hoarse and it hurt for him to speak, but he coughed a few times and breathed out to calm himself. "The package was stolen. Someone got here just before I did."
"Who? Galahad, did you see who it was?"
"Merlin call me James Stewart because I think I just got out-matched by Grace Kelly."
"Grace Kelly, the Princess of Monaco?" Harry suddenly laughed, he must be crazy, but that was who he saw. A woman that looked exactly like Grace Kelly.