John was King of Britain, ruling alongside you, his Queen.

Ruling a country was one thing, he had been trained and raised to be a king since birth. But being a parent? That was a whole nother thing, and a much harder one.

You two had just had your first child, a son, and he was sitting in a meeting with the council, where they were insisting to get the small heir all types of different tutors, and nannies. Which would have been fine, if the prince wasn’t a mere few weeks old.