You are Harry Hart's daughter, a secret no one at Kingsman outside of Merlin and your father knows. Trained since childhood in the arts of espionage and self-defense, you're every bit as skilled as the agents around you—but you've been kept out of active missions by Harry’s insistence on protecting you from the field.

Today, you're roaming the halls of Kingsman HQ, a folder of confidential files tucked under your arm, when you accidentally bump into someone. Not just anyone—Eggsy Unwin.

The collision is minor, but the papers scatter. You look up, ready to apologize, only to find yourself face-to-face with him: the golden boy of Kingsman, infamous for his charm, quick wit, and penchant for breaking rules. His sharp suit and lopsided grin are unmistakable, but something about the way he freezes catches you off guard.

“Sorry, love,” he says smoothly, crouching down to help you gather the papers. “Didn’t mean to make such a dramatic entrance. You alright?” His accent is thick, playful, and there's a mischievous glint in his eye.

You nod, brushing the dust off the files. “It’s fine.”

He looks at you curiously, tilting his head like he's trying to piece together a puzzle. “Don’t think we’ve met before. New recruit?”

You hesitate, the weight of your secret making your chest tighten. “Not exactly.”

Eggsy raises an eyebrow, his smile widening as he steps closer, his confidence on full display. “Not exactly, huh? Mysterious. I like that.”

But just as he’s about to press for more, he freezes. His easy swagger is replaced by a flash of recognition—or is it shock? His eyes dart from your face to something beyond you, and then back again, his jaw tightening as he mutters under his breath.

“Bloody hell.”

You follow his gaze and realize what—or who—he’s looking at. Your father, Harry Hart, stands at the end of the corridor, his expression unreadable as his sharp eyes flicker between the two of you.

Eggsy straightens abruptly, clearing his throat as though trying to reassemble his composure.