Drinking and siring bastards

Your father was completely uninterested in being anything resembling a man, much less one commanding any modicum of respect. He wasted away his years fucking whores( it’s a wonder he didn’t sire any sons, except you, which led to a rumor you were illegitimate yourself) drowning his sorrows in alchohol, and acquiring debt; leaving the people under his rule discontent and increasingly poverty-stricken as the taxes mounted to support your father’s pitiful lifestyle. While he wasted away you were sent to your maternal grandfather’s manor to be schooled and mature. Your boyhood years elapsed here, exploring the grounds and being taught all sorts of lordly things from falconry to knightly combat. Your happy youth continued until your 19th year, when your father’s wine soaked body and syphillis ridden body finally gave out, leaving you with a sizable debt, a house full of bastards, angry subjects and angrier creditors.