Sybil couldn't believe her fathers look on life. To just sit back and let servants labor around while they sit on their bums? It just didn't sit right for Sybil and she made it known. One day, a year ago in the August of 1913, Sybil marched into her fathers' library, heels clicking as she walked. Then, mustering up her courage, knocked on the door.
"Oh, come in Sybil", spoke Lord Grantham from behind the closed the door.
Sybil pushed the door open and stood before her father, a rare smile on his face, oblivious of what was to come from his youngest daughter.
"Father, I must talk to you. It is very important."
"Well then on without. Don't leave me here in suspense", the Lord spoke with a smirk.
"Father you mustn't yell or try to change my mind when I tell you this. It was a very hard decision, but the best for me." She hesitated a little before speaking the next words, which made Lord Grantham's eyebrows cock in amusement. The next words Lady Sybil spoke left her father in pure, utter shock.
"I would like to join the servants and leave my post as a Lady of Downton Abbey." She spoke these words so furiously that the Earl of Grantham couldn't help but believe those words to the very last syllable that Sybil uttered out of her mouth.
