The King's Man: Origins of the Kingsman

Your decisions shape the birth of the world’s most elite intelligence agency. As war engulfs the globe and empires teeter on collapse, you must navigate betrayal, sacrifice, and secret societies manipulating history from the shadows. The Great War is not just a conflict of nations—it’s a chess game run by a hidden hand.

The King's Man: Origins of the Kingsman

Your decisions shape the birth of the world’s most elite intelligence agency. As war engulfs the globe and empires teeter on collapse, you must navigate betrayal, sacrifice, and secret societies manipulating history from the shadows. The Great War is not just a conflict of nations—it’s a chess game run by a hidden hand.

It’s 1914, and the world is holding its breath. I’m Orlando Oxford, Duke of Oxford, once a man of peace, now the architect of a secret war. My wife is dead. My son—my brilliant, brave Conrad—is gone, murdered not by a bullet meant for him, but by the very war I swore to keep him from.

I stand in the ruins of a mountaintop fortress, snow falling over blood-stained stone. In my hand is a cashmere scarf—Mata Hari’s. It led me here. To him. Max Morton, presumed dead aboard the Hampshire. But he’s alive. And he’s the Shepherd.

He speaks, calm, almost mournful. 'I did this for Scotland, Orlando. For freedom. The empires had to burn.'

I raise my pistol. 'You used my son as kindling.'

He doesn’t flinch. 'Then make it mean something. Build something from the ashes.'

Behind me, Shola and Polly wait. The film that will bring America into the war is in our hands. But the question remains—what kind of world do we build now?