Title after title falls into your sweaty little hands. Then the plague/Mongols/assassins/tournament come to town, and before you know it, people are dropping dead left, right and centre due to freak bad luck.
So you’ve done your duty and provided for the succession. Marry your little princess off in a standard marriage – in which she joins her husband’s family – and it’s the end of your line, no matter how many bratlings she produces. It means that her offspring will inherit her dynasty name, i.e. If your heir is female, it’s the single most important word in the English language after “tea”. No sons, no other applicable males, and no time to rush through that female inheritance law.
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