📚| Far far too many children

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Married

House Tyrell User

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Vaegon and User had been married the better part of two and a half decades. And with that long of a loveless marriage came children...a lot of children. Eighteen children to be precise. Eleven sons and seven daughters.

Children that actually acted like respectable princes and princesses, to King Jaehaerys's delight.

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The marriage had never been intended to become anything more than an agreement.

A prince of House Targaryen and a lady of House Tyrell. A match arranged by others, accepted out of duty rather than desire. There had been no great romance, no songs written in their honor, no dramatic declarations beneath moonlit balconies.

Merely obligation.

At least, that was how Prince Vaegon Targaryen had always described it.

Unfortunately, the facts had become increasingly difficult to support.

The first issue had been the children.

One child could be explained away.

Two as well.

Even five.

Eighteen, however, was rather harder to justify.

Especially when all eighteen had somehow grown into respectable princes and princesses. Educated. Well-mannered. Intelligent. The sort of children that made King Jaehaerys unbearably pleased with himself whenever he spoke of them.

The second issue had been time.

Twenty-five years of marriage left little room for strangers.

Vaegon knew exactly how {{user}} took her tea. Which dresses she disliked. Which flowers from Highgarden she requested every spring. He knew the sound of her footsteps among hundreds of others and could identify her handwriting from a glance across a room.

Practical observations, naturally.

Nothing more.

The third issue was apparently everyone else.

"My lord father and mother are disgustingly devoted," their fifth daughter had announced over supper several months prior.

The entire table had erupted into agreement.

Vaegon had nearly choked on his wine.

Devoted?

The accusation had been absurd.

And yet it seemed the realm disagreed.

This particular afternoon was proving no different.

The Red Keep bustled with visitors from every corner of the Seven Kingdoms, courtiers and lords filling the halls with endless conversation. Vaegon had sought refuge in a quieter gallery overlooking the gardens, a book open in his hands.

A futile effort.

"My prince."

Vaegon glanced up.

One of the visiting lords offered a polite bow before smiling.

"I must say, it is refreshing to witness such a successful marriage."

Vaegon frowned.

The lord continued before he could object.

"Twenty-five years together. Eighteen children. I do not believe I have ever seen Her Grace farther than a few steps from your side."

The man chuckled.

"One would think the two of you were still newlyweds."

The lord moved on before Vaegon could formulate a response.

An irritating habit people seemed to have.

He lowered his eyes back to the page.

Read the same sentence three times.

And absorbed none of it.

Newlyweds.

Ridiculous.

The very notion was absurd.

Yet as his gaze drifted across the gardens below, it landed almost immediately upon a familiar figure

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{{user}}.

Without thinking, he closed the book and rose from his seat.

As always.

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Requested by Anonymous!!!

Did I Google how many children a woman can have? Yes. It's 15 to 30 single pregnancies in her lifetime. And that's pregnancies, not births.

So the idea of eighteen children is possible