Marriages and Children
In July, 1313, Philip married Joan the Lame (French: Jeanne), daughter of Robert II, Duke of Burgundy, and of Agnes of France, the youngest daughter of Louis IX. In an ironic twist to his "male" ascendancy to the throne, the intelligent, strong-willed Joan, an able regent of France during the King's long military campaigns, was said to be the brains behind the throne and the real ruler of France.
Their children were:
- Philip and Joan (b. 1315 and 1317, respectively). Died in infancy.
- John II (26 April 1319 – 8 April 1364)
- Marie (1326–1333), who married John of Brabant, the son and heir of John III, Duke of Brabant, but died shortly afterwards.
- Louis (17 January 1328 – 17 January 1328)
- Louis (8 June 1330 – 23 June 1330)
- John (2 October 1333)
- son (28 May 1335). Presumably died the same day, or a few days later.
- Philip of Valois (1336–1376), Duke of Orléans
- Joan (November 1337)
- son (summer 1343)
After Joan died in 1348, Philip married Blanche of Navarre, daughter of Joan II and Philip III of Navarre, on 11 January 1350. They had one daughter: Joan, who was intended to marry John I of Aragon, but who died during the journey.
Philip VI died at Nogent-le-Roi, Eure-et-Loir on 22 August 1350 and is interred with his second wife, Blanche of Navarre in Saint Denis Basilica. He was succeeded by his first son by Joan of Burgundy, who became John II.
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