So, I've been wanting to do something around this lovely show for a while, but couldn't think of anything until now! I originally intended for this to be a oneshot, but I felt it might work out as a multichapter fic... We'll see.

The Mantons all belong to the magnificent Julian Fellows and to ITV! The Titanic belongs to... well, history now, I suppose? Anyway, not me!

April 10, 1912

The English countryside, was, in short, gorgeous, Lady Georgiana Grex thought to herself as the train puffed its way through the green forests and past fields with sheep lazily grazing in them. The scene was picturesque; the epitome of placidity. And as the train passed a lake, willow trees encircling it and bending over, nearly dipping their branches into the water and swans gliding gracefully across the surface leaving scarcely a ripple behind, she allowed herself to forget for a moment where she was and where she was travelling to.

"You're not planning a hunger strike, are you?"

It was these words that wrenched Georgiana back into the world of class and propriety. Back into the life she was born into, a life of doing nothing except sipping tea, writing letters, and attending parties in dresses dripping with jewels. Back into her life; the life where, to her parents, ladies do not get arrested for protesting. Back into a life without adventure. Back into a life essentially, of boredom.

Turning back to her father, who was, quite fittingly, scooping sugar into his tea, she replied haughtily, "You can take me around the world three times, you know, and it won't make any difference."

Through a mouthful of biscuit, her father answered her, "Then you've got nothing to worry about, have you?"

Georgiana rolled her eyes and turned back to the window as her father was distracted by some lawyer he knew. She looked at the other people in the car, all rather the same. The women, all trying to outdo each other with their enormous and frivolous hats and furs; the men, all with the same black suits with perhaps a different color tie, all sitting in a regal sort of way, all painfully obviously proud at their position in society. Georgiana could almost feel the wealth and power in the car. They all talked of the same pointless things: gossip, the latest fashions, what they were going to do in New York City and Newport, parties they had attended. Never of the social and gender inequality that was displayed nowhere more than on this train. No, the word falling from everyone's lips was the Titanic.

Because that was everyone's final destination. Southampton, England, where they would be boarding-in first class, of course, for that was who this car was for, first-class passengers-the biggest and grandest ship in the world, the unsinkable Titanic. Georgiana had to admit, she was excited to be boarding the finest ship ever, and she loved to travel, but the reasons that she was making this voyage made the thought of seeing America again almost unbearable.

Her parents, the Earl and Countess of Manton, told their friends that the reason Georgiana was accompanying them at the last second on the ship's maiden voyage was because she was in poor health and needed to leave England. They obviously hoped that the news that Lady Georgiana Grex had been arrested in a suffragette protest hadn't spread through London society too quickly. Now, her father had decided that she could not be trusted alone and with mild freedom in England while her parents made the journey, and had booked her a stateroom on the Titanic in order to whisk her away quickly and under a watchful eye. Also, Georgiana suspected that her mother was hoping to find a handsome American millionaire to sweep her off her feet, tie her down, and end her wild ways for good.

"Well," She thought to herself, "I'll never let that happen. Me? Swept off my feet? Tied down? As if it will be that easy."

And with that final thought, she turned back to her parents, back into the role her birthright dictated she play, nodded while her father introduced her to his acquaintance, and vowed to never be that docile little doll her parents so desperately wanted her to be.

It was absolutely colossal. That was Georgiana's first impression of the Titanic as she saw it out of the window of the station as she stepped off the train. More of a skyscraper than a ship. The entire station and dock was in motion, with cargo and luggage being brought onto the ship, steam and the sounds of whistles blowing filling up the station, children running away from their parents to get a closer look at the giant before them, families trying to keep everyone in check, young couples lost in their own little world; the effect was amazing. Without noticing, she let out a little gasp at the object that towered before her.

"You're impressed, I see," her father chuckled as he stepped off the train behind her, putting on his hat and straightening his jacket in the process.

Turning back to look at the earl, Georgiana scowled, saying, "I think anyone would gasp if they saw a ship the size of the buildings in New York City docked right in front of them, and," she added tilting her head down so that her wide hat cast a shadow over her eyes, "Especially if they were expected to board the aforementioned ship to America practically as a prisoner of her parents."

"But, my dear," Her father said patting her shoulder as she crossed her arms and pointed her head indignantly in the air, "You have forgotten that you are, in fact, a prisoner of your parents. That is, until you marry and settle down."

He brushed past her then, walking off, over to the servants to inquire about the family's numerous pieces of luggage, leaving Georgiana alone as people bustled around her, simply wanting to scream.

It was at that moment that Georgiana vowed she would never get married to anyone her parents approved of.

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