Royalty

Chapter 6: A date...sort of

Danny put a hand on his chin and hummed in thought. And while he was doing this, another ghost was shifting nervously on his feet. The ghost was small, reaching the King's shoulder. He was wearing a white shirt and that silly XVIII century wig, while holding a pad in his hands. Phantom smiled and the man sighed inwardly in relief at seeing him obviously pleased.

"Great job, Winston, I like it."

The Royal Throne was made primarily from black and white marble. It's hands were made from the bright material, while the rest was made of dark one. On its head was a beautiful ornament of onyx, with a shining pearly white gem in its middle. Its back was five feet tall above the sitting place itself.

"Thank you, sir," Winston bowed.

"One question, however. Why do I need second one?"

Phantom pointed at another throne, which stood nearby, it was the exact replica of the first one, except for the size, it was somewhat smaller.

"Joke about sitting on two chairs at the same time?" Danny asked with amusement.

"W-what? N-no, I wasn't j-joking about you, milord," Winston said nervously.

"Don't worry. I'm just kidding. So, what is it for, then?"

"Sir..." The ghost said slowly, not believing that his king can be that clueless. "It is for the future queen."

Danny's head snapped in his direction. "I don't remember arranging any marriages."

"Maybe not, but...the Kingdom needs a heir, so you will marry eventually, even if your afterlife is eternal. Just in case."

"I see," Danny mumbled. "Go to the treasurer for your payment. He will give you your reward."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Winston bowed and walked away, leaving the young king alone in a huge throne room. Phantom let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. He then approached his seat of power and dropped on it like it was a puffy armchair. By the feel it certainly was. The soft material made so. Danny eyed the entire hall. It really was huge and spacey. Six dark columns on each side of black carpet with his insignia in the middle. It was meant to fit inside hundreds during official ceremonies from that moment on, when Pariah's sarcophagus was moved very deep in the dungeons.

Then his eyes fell on the smaller throne besides him.

"I wonder who that will be," he mumbled, before getting up.

This thought was quickly pushed behind by another one, as he was walking towards the portal in his personal lab. There was one issue which needed to be solved.

It was the issue of government. And not the one for the Ghost Zone, the Ruling Council was already formed and meetings happened almost daily, it was exhausting to combine the school and ruling the country as big as the entire planet of Earth. Yes, it wasn't big for the dimension wide Kingdom, but centralization had only begun. It will take a lot of time to expand. Sometimes invite tribes, communes or realms willingly, sometimes burn them down if they turn hostile. The latter was unwelcomed, but necessary.

One month remained till the next elections of Amity Park mayor. Or at least what was supposed to be elections. Ghostly invasion had disrupted all the plans. People just didn't know what to do, and their newly established monarch came up with solution. All what was needed is just inform them about his decision. Since Amity Park belonged directly to the Ghost King, he was authorized to do whatever he wanted without the Council's agreement.

Still, humans weren't aware about that detail. All this time among his subjects made it quite clear what they thought about Phantom's rule. Yes, he didn't do anything to them, but they simply waited for establishment of totalitarian regime. It may be for the best in the end, he supposed. When people expect you to terrorize them, and then you do completely opposite, they most probably will appreciate it even more.