Post by Father Vincent de Pooh on Dec 9, 2022 16:23:42 GMT
Vincent looked around his apartment, it was a typical priestly one , although better furnished due to his funds and the church. Now he had chosen this path it felt as though a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders, his dear mama had waved him of to Paris and given him a huge hug of farewell.
It seemed to make sense now that they had lived so well when his father was a lowly officer but had died some time ago leaving little in funds. The Baron had been a good man to them ensuring they lived well and he said it was because Vincent's father had been one of his officers so he felt responsible for them. It was only later he learnt that he was indeed the bastard son of the Baron, he had assume his father was his real father, but it turned out his father had married his mother when she had fell pregnant with him as the Baron was already married.
Thus on mis majority he had been informed that he was not as he seemed and the Baron not wanting to acknowledge him, but wanting to ensure he was well cared for had give him considerable funds and a monthly allowance. It had been Vincent's choice to become a priest his mother was happy as she feared he would join the military and die young.
Thus through some connections of the Baron he had his parish and a new life. He promised his mother to be a good son and uphold the family name. He had given a grudging nod of respect to the Baron for his assistance and to which he had stated he would ensure his mother would always be looked after and even in his will there was an allowance. This was as close an acknowledgement to him being his real father he would get and he accepted it.