So...this was just this weird-ass idea that I thought of when I was walking out the cinema door. I was thinking and thinking, then it struck me - why not write it? make it a fanfiction? And here it is, written out.

So...yeah, spoilers of course. Another thing...I may change the title cuz this one kinda sucks? So...yar

~PatronusNightFlame

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN KINGSMAN AND IT'S CHARACTERS, BUT I DO OWN CHARLES, VICTORIE, ELEANOR AND THE MINOR CHARACTERS

"I'm sorry sir...but your wife...she served us well." he reached into his pocket and took out a medal. "This...your wife would want you to have this" he said. "You let her die, Merlin?" cried Charles, "Guinevere passed for a reason, Maleagant" he sighed, trying to hide his tears...

Charles's wife, Victorie 'Guinevere' Crestfall, was one of the top spies of the Kingsman. She was a good friend of Authur's and was crowned the queen of the organization. She lead the knights and there was not once that she failed...until...today.

"How could you...You shouldn't have let this fucking happen!" Eleanor peeked through her door, listening to her father yell at a man with glasses and a bald head. She was 8, only 8...she was not exposed to knowing that her parents worked for a secret organization...normally she would be put in a house, full of darkness...A irresponsible baby-sitter, and her own two daughters. She would smoke, and sometimes do drugs, while her daughters play and pick on Eleanor.

She was in misery her whole life, and this made things worse...

"Your daughter's at the door" said Merlin. Charles glanced at Eleanor's direction, "I'll be right back" he said standing up from the couch.

"Papa..."

"Shhh...it's alright dear...it's alright"

"Where's mama?" asked the innocent 8 year old.

"She's...busy," he replied simply, "you know your mother...she always had to do her best...that's why she never failed..." until today Charles thought.

"When will she be back?"

Charles hesitated... "soon...hopefully...now, get some sleep, it's already midnight..."

"Night papa" yawned the child, "night, love" he said placing a light kiss on his daughter's forehead.

"She's still so young, Merlin...will she understand?" said Charles asking his colleague, "there's only one way to find out" he started, "you've got to tell her"

Merlin slowly rose from the couch, and placed the medal on the table. "Give it to her, one day she might just use it" he said taking his coat, "and..." Charles's head shot up from examining the medal, "Manners maketh man"

The door closed.

It was only seconds later Charles burst into tears, cursing and swearing as he had just lost the love of his life...but little did he know his innocent, kind child was there listening. There to see it all, and live to fulfill her mother's wishes, for her to become a Kingsman.