[ Two hundred and forty, rolled off the tongue as if it's nothing at all. If Alicent were that old, she would have witnessed the Conquest first-hand. She means to inquire further. However, she supposes it is his turn to question her, in this wretched game. His chosen topic is a natural fit, and one which she has navigated many times over. ]

Four and ten. [ Nearly fifteen. A year into adulthood by Westerosi standards, having already bled. She delivers it with a sort of tired neutrality. Their peers in the manor have already questioned her on this matter. ]

[ dispassionately, ] He was over twice my age when we wed, but such is the lot of a second wife.

[ Men get older, but their women stay young, so they might provide more heirs. ]

It was— [ A great honour, she almost says. That's not the truth. ] It was not a match they will write songs about.