A/n:Just a little thing I wrote a while before the end of S2, but I suppose it's not actually that AU!
Enjoy :)
New World
With the end of the war, a new world seem to be appearing on the horizon.
A world where the lines between classes were blurred.
A world where old friends were reunited after the horrors of war.
Where old loves failed.
And new ones began.
Where families torn apart by grief, were pieced back together in the knowledge that their child, partner, lover had died for a cause.
Where acceptance became the norm.
Where love could cross social barriers, seas and the world.
But would remain just as strong.
She certainly knew hers would.
She looked into the rear view mirror.
Saw her childhood home shrinking into the distance.
The place where she had played, learnt and worked.
A tear sprung to her eye as she realised quite what she was leaving behind.
She had hopes that one day they would forgive her, that they would understand.
On that day she would return to the place she was leaving, return with her husband.
She smiled as she caught her fiancée's eye in the mirror.
It would be alright.
But she couldn't help but think, the sooner everyone else embraced the new world, the better.
Until then, she, Lady Sybil Crawley, soon to be Mrs Sybil Branson, would be a pioneer, stepping out bravely into new realms, leading the way for more young ladies, such as herself, to break the chains of decades of stigma.
Yes, she may become an outcast.
But she really couldn't care any less.