England was alone.
William was away. Setting up a new government took a lot of effort; England knew that.
But what of the rest…?
The New World was supposed to have been just another conquest, another money-maker. But…
Funny how fate worked.
Perhaps it was really true what they said about creating your own demons.
Perhaps, next week, he'd visit Charlestown; that was to be the new capital.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
He answered.
Norway.
"It's good to see you again."
"It's been more than a year, England, and that's all you can say?"
"It's the easiest thing to say. Do you want to come in…?"
Norway shook his head. "I can't stay long. I just need to give you something." He stooped down and handed England a basket. No, not a basket, a bassinet.
"The East, you know, will need some guidance. You'd be the best person for that, I think."
"This isn't-?"
"No, not one of mine."
"But where-?"
"Hell if I know. I'll see you at the next meeting."
Norway turned and strode down the path.
England looked down. A sleeping baby was nestled in the bassinet. Blonde and looking so much like…
England got a second chance. He could have been a better parent, and this time, he would be.