This is the story of an adorable little boy.
A boy with anger management issues (probably because, when he was little, his mother, Empress Matilda, spent more time engaging in a war over the English throne than loving him).
A boy with a passion for hunting.
A boy who grew bow legged because of excessive horse riding. (I feel for you, Henry. I think I, too, suffer from the same condition, except I got it from excessively jacking off in front of my laptop screen).
The boy who would grow up into the hero who set up the Angevin Empire, slaughtering millions of innocents while he was at it.
This is his story!
But, first of all, let's tell a few things about that boy's family background.
As we said last time, when William the Conqueror, Duke of Normandy, conquered England, he reorganized the state. His son, Henry I, successfully continued his father's policy.
Henry I had only one son, William Adelin. That lad drowned during the White Ship shipwreck in 1120. Stephen of Blois, His Majesty's nephew, also meant to embark on that ship, but he couldn't, because he really needed to use the bathroom when the ship set sail (I'm not kidding, fellows; seriously, that's why he missed it!)
In the lack of a male heir, Henry I married again, hoping he would have another son. However, considering he was a relatively advanced age by that time and the fact that not everyone is a Charlie Chaplin, he had set his hopes too high; the desired son never came.