Not a big problem yet, as I had built up my demesne over the previous hundred years to deal with these kinds of problems.
Because they are ungrateful bastards, three of my vassals almost immediately rose up in rebellion because they didn't want to be ruled by a woman. My King of Aragon decided to kick the bucket before he could produce a proper son and my daughter rose to the throne instead. His last breaths were spent laughing at the misery of his hated enemies.
What he failed to account for was hundreds of vikings sailing over to rape Scottish sheep and eat Scottish women while he distracted them in a shitfight over a worthless rock in the water. After all, the Scottish dogs would want to reconquer ancestral lands before they tried to acquire new ones, and it's not like the Isle of Mann ever fucking mattered in any capacity, ever, so its loss would hardly be felt. So he declared war once again, this time aiming to acquire the Isle of Mann. Of course, after having ended the war with a Scottish surrender and annhilating their army, the Irish king was left with a problem: Namely, that Scotland would pull the same shit a few years down the line, and there was no guarentee that his realm would be held together so strongly when that happened. (I didn't say it was a disaster for the Irish.) Thousands of Scottish peasants died on Irish land, and their blood fertilized the soil for a great harvest. Holding enough French land that he was officially an elector of France, he stalled the French king's consolidation of power for long enough that a rebellion in Aquitine got off the ground, and consume half the French lands before peace was reached.
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In his 70 years on the throne, he finished unifying and centralized power in Ireland, and then through a series of brilliant marriage maneuvers (I couldn't have figured this shit out sober, is what I'm saying), managed to put his second and third sons on the thrones of a couple of French duchies. That officially makes King Ua Brian the most doggedly ancient son of a bitch Ireland ever saw. So the grandson from the previous post reached fucking 90. Tell me of your struggles for the power and the glory, DLP. Because fucking young meat is awesome, she's smart enough to act as a genetic roto-rooter, and because fuck fighting the Welsh again. My next marriage? A 20 year old Welsh princess. (They understand the need for a strong succession, and I've been bribing the shit out of them- You know how it goes.)
This lasts for a decade and a half, until the Austrian bitch is barren, and I feel the need to off her in an "accident" with the help of most of my court. End result: a 20 year old, headstrong, educated individual inherits Ireland with an alliance with the strongest Christian power in Europe. Of course, after I died, it only took a matter of months for my damn fool son, weakened by torture, to kick the bucket in turn. Political alliance, you understand- Not that I've ever needed it, but it's nice to be able to call in Big Daddy Emperor if I find it neccesary. During this process, I arranged a marriage between my grandson and a princess of the Holy Roman Empire, age 30. I then proceeded to raise his son (that is, my grandson) so that I'd have someone to pass the kingdom to whole after my son's death. So I, as a 60 year old ancient fuck, just threw my firstborn son in prison and tortured him almost to death after he attempted to seize the throne from me and I stumbled across the plot.