You settle into a life of laziness, with no responsibilities or athlete's foot creams. Your paunch grows, your muscles shrink and you acquire a taste for local ales. Your Home kingdom talk of you in legends which never quite fit with your appearance, but get you some minor celebrity status (gym openings, etc.).
Eventually you acquire a wife named Sheryl, who is rather too good a cook. It ain't a challenging life, but you're as contented as you can be.
Prince Edward,
Given half a chance, he's jack it all in and fall back on his family, he wouldn't know what else to do with a kingdom, even though his military training would give him the edge in acquiring one.
Your eventual death, will be in your bed, caused by an overlarge gut and three small chicken bones, leaving multitudinous plump grandkids to remember your legend.
Link to the old page you got if you got an answer wrong (nostalgia for those who followed the quest through all the development).
And Bonus Picture of my dog no. 2:
'The Asleep In My Bed Study'
