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You mgiht be wanting to help your family, but your courtiers surely won't share the sentiment, so you decide not to get involved.
1173 AD, Winter
Silver, gold and gems arrive in your Treasury.
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So do the great profits from selling of glasswork and words of praise from your nobles about the quality of Crown-made goblets and plates.
While having a cup of rootbrew and doing some knitwork with Lady Alissa, the topic moves to the children, then to the family, and then to the topic of husbands.
"Empress, I must notice that you're still young and your courtiers have not made efforts to find you another husband. I respect of course the soul of poor Bjern but it is unbecoming of a lady of your stature to go around unmarried."
Knit knit knit.
"So you see, I have been wondering whether I, a humble guest of your house but also a member of your family, should extend my helping hand."
Knit knit knit.
"After some consideration about what would be best for you and for Methiant, I have decided to offer my son Llewyn as your Emperor-Consort."
You stop the knitwork and look at Lady Alissa with dumbstruck expression.
"You can't be serious. I'm fifteen or twenty years older than him! I could be his mother!"
"Actually, I studied the genealogy of our noble families and you're older only by scant eleven years. You can still bear children, and he is a young, healthy and energetic man. If the worst happens, he can help you with daily administration or even rule in your stead." You continue to stare at Lady Alissa.
"Consider my offer, Empress! It's for good of Methiant."
A) "Still, I shall marry a man, not a boy."
B) "Alright, I will have him as my husband."