You are universally reviled by your populace, your family and your own armoured elephant, specially shipped in from the Hrunaeriam coast. This doesn't worry you though, as your newly appointed court scientologist creates a 'special helmet' which filters all bad things away from your senses.
Well done, you've succeeded in gaining the kingdom and thoroughly enjoying yourself while you're at it. Its not the nicest of ways to end it all, but, well, you're the King, wahey!
Prince Harry,
All sweetness and light now, but come coronation day the snarling beast of a despot that we all know is lurking inside him will come out.
Your eventual death, will, of course, be due to public lynching. Don't worry about it too much though - you're so barking it won't even hurt.
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. 1:
'The Licking His Chops Study'
