Being the king of England is not as bad as it used to be.

He originally earned his title- “Ghost”, from his time in battling, conquering kingdoms, ruthlessly killing his enemies, he was a demon on the battlefield, though his skill is still very much alive, he spends his time doing other things.

Things that he likes much better than the killing and office work.

“Daddy,” a soft voice comes from beside him, small hands tugging at the fabric of his pants, he looks down at his son, a smile on his face.

This is what he would much prefer to do with his time, spend it with his children and wife.

“Yes, Tommy,” he asks, picking his son up and pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. “I think there’s something wrong with momma,” the little boy says.