[He doesn't pull away, needing the proximity and feeling of warmth.]

You were... [How to put this? It didn't help he's getting drunk.] You were born among the smallfolk?

[His world was not much kinder.]

I had a family and a good life for a time. My father served the king, he was his friend. When the king died, his son imprisoned and cut off my father's head. [He didn't think he could say these things, but strong drinks and pressure in his chest pushed it all out.

He was breaking down and it all needed to be released. All the memories, all the pain.]

I raised an army to rescue him and my sister, but I was too late. I sent my friend, my brother to his home to get more men, but he betrayed me and seized my family's castle. He killed my brothers, our friends and staff. Then he burned it.

I married a woman I loved. [He was shuddering, ready to bury his face in his hands, but unable to get the tears to come.] I broke a vow to marry her. That was my doing and it was wrong. I had sworn to marry someone else for an alliance, but I dishonored that. I did my best to make amends, but they turned against me.

They killed my men when we were in their keep for a wedding. My wife was pregnant and they killed her. Only then did they finally finish me off.