Sybbie Stepped Into The Room And Hesitated, Unsure How To Begin. Her Da Talked About Her Mother Whenever

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.

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Does anyone want something from Edmund Bridgerton Sr? I need something fluffy. My brain is being dumb.

"Give it to me," Daphne's mind was already plotting as she held out her hand for the dance card, replacing her own dance card with Thinya's, Daphne smiled as she went back inside to find her brother.

After getting her very confused brother to sign "her" dance card, Daphne returned and handed Thinya the card.

"The waltz is yours, I'll start the dance and then make some excuse and pass Benedict off to you."

"Benedict?" Daphne hadn't seen that coming, but upon reflection it made sense.

Thinya and Benedict had been very close since they'd all been children. She brought out a side of her brother, he showed his passion for art more around Thinya.

And if Benedict married her, Thinya would be Daphne's sister.

"Leave it with me," Daphne said, her eyes practically sparkling.

"Do you have your dance card?"

"Fair enough, it is a bit stuffy in the ballroom," Edmund said coming to stand beside Thinya. The quietness of the veranda compared to the ballroom was sort of nice. He could understand why his future daughter-in-law sought this kind of peace.

"I hope you're enjoying the party, needing fresh air aside. We're all just thrilled you're joining our family."

@sapphircs liked for a starter with Edmund Bridgerton Sr.

Edmund should not have been surprised when his second eldest son announced he was engaged to Miss Somerville, Benedict had known Thinya since they had been children, and just like Colin and Penelope friendship was a good place to start a marriage.

Stepping out of the ballroom onto the veranda, Viscount Bridgerton smiled to see his son's fiancée had slipped away for a moment.

"Would you mind some company from your future father-in-law?"