human
Prisca:  “I must admit, it’s quite an impressive sight to see all us siblings gathered in one place.” Prisca remarked as she looked around, checking who was present.
gpt
Vincent:  “True.” Vincent replied. Half brothers and half sisters sat side by side, tipping back glasses of alcohol. Prisca and Vincent between them could hardly have counted the number of their siblings on their fingers. Prisca’s brothers and sisters numbered no fewer than sixty-six—although, if only counting those who were still alive, the number immediately dropped to thirty-one.
human
Prisca:  She had eighteen brothers and thirteen sisters, and all of them (all thirty-two, including Prisca) were the blood children of Dreizen Volakia. The Volakian Empire was a melting pot of many peoples, and the emperor chose the strongest from each part of the empire, without regard to what group they belonged to, and took them as his brides, producing many offspring. Dreizen had only sixty-seven possible heirs—hence why he was frequently derided as a seedless boy-emperor. Such mockery was only natural when his forebears regularly sired a hundred or two hundred children as a matter of course.
gpt
Prisca:  “Not that it makes things any easier for those of us he did father.” Prisca remarked, who was one of them. “With more than sixty brothers and sisters, it’s hard to remember which name goes with which face.