Life
After her father's early death in 1442, Margareta remained under the care of her mother, while her paternal uncle Władysław I of Płock exercised her legal guardianship. In 1444 Władysław I married with Anna, daughter of Konrad V Kantner, Duke of Oleśnica, and possibly this was instrumental by a marriage between Margareta and Anna's older brother Konrad IX the Black.
The wedding took place around 1453. Margareta was twelve years old, and Konrad IX almost forty. Their only child was born in 1465, after twelve years of marriage. It was a daughter, Barbara.
Konrad IX died on 14 August 1471. In his will, he left Oleśnica and Bierutów to Margareta as her Oprawa wdowia. She ruled until 1475, when was deposed by her brother-in-law Konrad X the White, who put her daughter Barbara as the new ruler over Oleśnica and Bierutów under his tutelage until she was also deposed by him in 1478. Barbara died one year later. Margareta never remarried and survived her daughter by almost six years.
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