Bridgerton 3x04

Bridgerton 3x04

I said this before about Edmund and Kate, but I added Edmund to the blog so I'm just expanding on this and making it an official headcanon.

If you marry into the Bridgerton family, you're instantly adopted, you could have the nicest parents in the world and Violet (and Edmund because he's on this blog) are going to adopt you anyway.

You're theirs now, they love you.

“… in front of the spring, a flower-strewn bed …”

— Euripides, Fragments: Aegeus (trans. Collard & Cropp)

Giardino Bardini.

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Sybbie stepped into the room and hesitated, unsure how to begin. Her Da talked about her mother whenever Sybbie asked questions about her, but this question didn't seem like the kind to go to Da with.

Sitting on the edge of Aunt Mary's bed, Sybbie collected herself.

"I was born in this house right, Mama and Da were staying here when I was born?"

"Aunt Mary," Sybbie hovered on the threshold to her aunt's room, she loved visiting Downton, loved seeing her cousins and Donk and Granny Cora. But this visit felt different. Sybbie was the oldest, she was starting to understand grown up things. Things like death. "Can we talk?" (From Sybbie)

Mary's eyes flash upwards at Sybbie's unannounced request for entrance. "Yes, of course, darling. Sybbie." A honorific often given to the girl's beloved mother. Looking at her now, she could see phantoms of the Youngest Crawley resurrected in her and GOOD LORD, it gave her heart a terrible pang of that unquenchable grief. Pangs it got when only Matthew or Sybil were thought of. After all, most touted her as the most heartless of all the Crawleys. "Of course we can talk." She puts her mirror down upon her vanity. "Whatever is on your mind?" Though she is busy, she gifted her niece her undivided attention.