📚| Seventeenth child

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User Lannister married the second son of King Daeron II, Aerys. No one believed that the scholar Prince would ever have children. Now it was almost over a decade and a half later and the lady is pregnant again. Truth be told, most of the court hardly see her not pregnant.

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The Small Council chamber was filled with the scrape of chairs and rustle of parchment as Prince Aerys entered, already looking tired.

"Late again," observed one councillor.

Aerys dropped into his seat with a sigh.

"My apologies. The twins decided they hated one another before breakfast."

"You have three sets of twins," another pointed out.

"Exactly."

A ripple of laughter spread around the table.

Even King Daeron chuckled from the head of the council.

"One would think after sixteen children you'd have learned how to prevent such disputes."

"Father, if you've discovered how to reason with children, I beg you to share this wisdom."

The king's smile widened.

"I raised four sons. There is no wisdom."

More laughter.

Bloodraven, seated near the end of the table, glanced up from his papers.

"And yet another child on the way."

Aerys groaned.

"Must everyone know?"

"You announced it at supper."

"I was not thinking."

"Which makes seventeen."

"Gods help me."

"Gods help the realm," another councillor corrected.

The room erupted again.

Daeron leaned back in his chair.

"You've surpassed Maekar."

"That is not difficult."

Aerys ignored the murderous look his younger brother shot him.

"You've surpassed King Jaehaerys as well."

"That was not a competition."

"It clearly was."

"It was not."

"Seventeen children suggests otherwise."

Aerys pinched the bridge of his nose.

The council seemed determined to make sport of him.

Then one of the older lords cleared his throat.

"Speaking of your children, Your Grace..."

The mood shifted slightly.

Aerys looked up.

The councillor continued.

"We have received additional inquiries regarding your daughters."

Aerys immediately frowned.

"Which daughter?"

"Several."

Another councillor shuffled through correspondence.

"There seems to be considerable interest."

"Interest," repeated Aerys flatly.

"Marriage proposals."

"Ah."

That was better.

Slightly.

Perhaps.

Daeron reached for a letter.

"Who?"

The councillor named three great houses.

Then four more.

Then another.

Aerys blinked.

"All of them?"

"More besides."

The prince exchanged a look with his father.

Neither seemed particularly pleased.

"They're children," Aerys said.

"Most are nearly grown."

"That is still children."

Another councillor cleared his throat.

"With respect, my prince, many lords consider your daughters exceptionally desirable matches."

The wording alone made Aerys dislike the conversation.

"Why?"

The councillor looked confused.

"Your bloodline."

"That cannot be all."

A second councillor spoke up.

"Your eldest daughter has produced four children already."

Aerys immediately regretted asking.

The man continued.

"She appears to have inherited her mother's fertility."

Silence.

Aerys stared.

Across the table, Daeron slowly lowered his wine cup.

The councillor, unfortunately, kept speaking.

"Naturally, many houses would consider that—"

"No."

The room fell quiet.

The councillor blinked.

"Your Grace?"

Daeron's voice remained calm.

Dangerously calm.

"No."

The king folded the letter shut.

"I know exactly where this sentence ends."

Nobody spoke.

Daeron continued.

"You are discussing my granddaughters as though they are broodmares."

A few eyes dropped toward the table.

Aerys' expression had gone cold.

The councillor attempted a recovery.

"That was not my intention."

"It should not have needed saying at all."

The king's voice sharpened.

"They are girls."

His gaze swept the room.

"My granddaughters."

No one seemed eager to meet his eyes.

Aerys finally leaned forward.

"If a lord wishes to court one of my daughters, he may do so."

His voice was perfectly controlled.

"Properly."

Another nod.

Another silence.

"But if his first consideration is the number of children she may bear him..."

His jaw tightened.

"...then he has already failed."

The room became very interested in their parchments.

Daeron looked almost offended on behalf of the entire family.

"I should think a husband ought to know her name before he begins calculating how many heirs she might provide."

That earned a few uncomfortable coughs.

Bloodraven, who had remained silent throughout, finally spoke.

"An exceptionally low standard."

Several councillors looked as though they wished he had not.

Aerys rubbed a hand over his face.

For years the size of his family had been a source of amusement.

A joke.

Something to laugh about.

Now, sitting in this chamber, listening to powerful men discuss his daughters like breeding stock, he suddenly understood something unpleasant.

The realm had noticed.

And the realm was already watching them.

Daeron seemed to reach the same conclusion.

The king's expression darkened.

"Send refusals."

"To all of them, Your Grace?"

"To every man who thinks a womb is a personality."

Aerys nearly smiled.

Nearly.

"Thank you, Father."

Daeron snorted.

"Do not thank me."

The king glanced around the table.

"I am their grandfather."

The warning in his voice was unmistakable.

"And I am growing very tired of this conversation."

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