Unlikely Bonds: After the Tempest

by Just-A-Beginner-2

AU: The Fallout for the Crawley Family after Lady Mary's disgrace. Her Father Robert Crawley banished her from the estate along with the former chauffeur Branson. They do not know where they have gone. The is a direct follow on from my previous story: Unlikely Bonds Background Mary/Tom Upfront Sybil/Matthew

7. Chapter 7

Unlikely Bonds: After the Tempest Chapter 7

Sybil and Matthew A Summers Walk

On a warm and sunny summer's day, Sybil and Matthew strolled through the picturesque grounds of Downton Abbey. The air was filled with the fragrance of blooming flowers, and the gentle rustling of leaves provided a soothing backdrop to their conversation.

Sybil smiled as they walked, occasionally glancing at Matthew. "You know, Matthew, I never really thought our lives would take the turns they have."

Matthew returned her smile, his gaze thoughtful. "Yes, it's funny how plans can change so unexpectedly."

They continued walking, the gravel path crunching softly under their footsteps. After a moment of comfortable silence, Matthew spoke again. "I must admit, Sybil, I had once hoped for a future with Mary."

Sybil looked at him, her expression empathetic. "I know, Matthew. It's hard to let go of those dreams we had."

Matthew's shoulders relaxed as he exhaled. "Yes, it is. But I've come to realize that things happen for a reason, and sometimes the path we end up on is the one we were meant to take all along."

Sybil nodded, her gaze wandering to the colourful flowers that adorned the landscape. "It's been a year now since Branson and Mary left Downton. I must admit, I was a bit infatuated with Branson back then. He spoke to me as if I were an adult, treating me with a respect I wasn't used to."

Matthew smiled, understanding the allure of such attention. "It's not uncommon to be drawn to someone who treats us differently, especially when we're trying to find our own place in the world."

Sybil sighed softly. "Yes, that's true. But now, I'm looking forward to my time in London and my coming out. It's a new chapter for me."

Matthew's expression brightened. "I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time, Sybil. And you'll find plenty of people who genuinely appreciate your company."

Sybil glanced at him shyly. "Actually, Matthew, I was wondering if you'd be willing to come to my coming out ball? I know it might not be as grand as some of the events you've been to since becoming the heir."

Matthew's gaze met hers, his smile warm. "Sybil, I'd be honoured to come to your coming out ball. I may not be a man of high society, but I do appreciate good company and good people. And you, my dear, fall into both categories."

Sybil's face lit up with gratitude. "Thank you, Matthew. It means a lot to me."

As they continued their leisurely walk, the weight of their past hopes and plans seemed to lift, replaced by a sense of acceptance and anticipation for the future. The beautiful surroundings of Downton Abbey mirrored the fresh start they were both embracing, and the bond between them grew stronger with each step they took.

Sybil's First London Season

As the long-awaited 'Coming Out Season' in London arrived, Lady Sybil found herself amidst the bustling city, surrounded by the grandeur of the occasion. The ballroom of the Bellis London house was adorned with elegant decorations, and the atmosphere was filled with a sense of excitement and anticipation. Sybil, dressed in a stunning gown that perfectly complemented her youthful charm, mingled with the guests, her warm smile and friendly manner captivating everyone she met.

However, not all was smooth sailing in the London social scene. Lady Edith, standing at a corner of the ballroom, wore a slight frown on her face. She had noticed that the invitations she had received were far fewer than she had hoped for. It seemed that the shadow of her sister Mary's scandal still lingered, and the whispers about Mary and the chauffeur had cast a cloud over Edith's own prospects.

Meanwhile, Lady Sybil was experiencing a much more pleasant reception. Her genuine and amiable nature seemed to shield her from the unkind comments that had plagued Edith. People were drawn to her vivacity, and the focus on her personality and presence overshadowed any lingering gossip.

However, amidst the joyous celebration, a sombre undercurrent prevailed. The older generation huddled together; their faces etched with concern. The possibility of war in Germany had cast a pall over the festivities. Young men at the social events spoke with bravado, declaring their willingness to fight the "Huns." The attitude of that summer, was one of patriotic fervour, mixed with a sense of impending uncertainty.

Amidst these complexities, Matthew Crawley arrived in London just in time for Sybil's ball. His presence was a comfort to her, a familiar face amidst the sea of unfamiliar ones. As the evening progressed, Sybil sought Matthew out, her expression a mix of delight and concern.

"Matthew, I'm so glad you're here," she said, her voice tinged with both happiness and unease.

He offered her a reassuring smile. "I wouldn't miss this for the world, Sybil. You look absolutely lovely tonight."

She chuckled softly, her eyes betraying a hint of nervousness. "Thank you, Matthew. It's just... with all this talk of war on the continent, it's hard not to feel a sense of unease. What if it really happens?"

Matthew placed a comforting hand on her arm. "I understand your concerns, Sybil. But remember, politics and world events are often beyond our control. Let's focus on the joy of the present moment and celebrate your coming out as you deserve."

Meanwhile, Lady Grantham, the Dowager Countess of Grantham, Lady Violet, and Lady Rosamund Painswick were engaged in their own discussions. They exchanged worried glances, their conversations revolving around the decline in their social invitations. Violet and Rosamund were determined to counteract the impact of Mary's scandal. With their formidable reputations and influence, they were working to emphasize Branson's status as an up-and-coming businessman, hoping to shift the conversation away from the past and toward the promise of the future.

Poor Lady Edith

Lady Edith found herself amidst a group of her social peers at the ball, engaged in an animated conversation that seemed to be a blend of gossip and subtle insinuations. As the topic of Lady Mary's scandal arose, the tone of the conversation took a catty turn.

"Have you heard the latest about Lady Mary?" one of the women whispered with a conspiratorial grin.

"Oh, do tell," another chimed in, her eyes alight with curiosity.

Lady Edith, feeling a mixture of discomfort and intrigue, couldn't help but listen in on the conversation, her heart sinking as she anticipated where it might lead.

"Well, it seems her dalliance with the chauffeur has become the talk of the town," the first woman continued, her voice dripping with a mix of mockery and superiority.

"Ah, yes, the chauffeur," another woman added with a knowing smirk. "And to think, poor Lady Edith must bear the brunt of it."

Edith's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. She had always felt like the overshadowed sister, constantly in Mary's shadow, and now it seemed that even Mary's scandals were casting a shadow over her own reputation.

"Isn't it remarkable how some people can't seem to control their impulses?" another woman remarked, her gaze flickering toward Edith for a fleeting moment.

Edith's fingers tightened around her fan, her frustration growing. She had long struggled with feeling like the less interesting sister, the one who was always overlooked in favour of Mary's poise and bravado. Now, it seemed that even Mary's mistakes were somehow being used to further belittle her.

"I must say, Lady Edith, you must find it quite trying to constantly be associated with such scandalous behaviour," one of the women commented, her tone laced with faux sympathy.

Edith's patience was wearing thin, but she forced a polite smile. "Well, we all have our challenges to bear, don't we?"

The women exchanged knowing glances, their satisfaction evident as they continued to subtly throw jabs at Edith under the guise of discussing Mary's scandal.

Edith couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration and bitterness. She had always yearned to break free from the shadow of her sister's reputation, to be recognised for her own qualities and accomplishments. And yet, here she was, still being defined by Mary's choices and missteps.

As the conversation carried on, Edith found herself torn between the desire to defend her own character and the understanding that engaging in such catty exchanges would only perpetuate the cycle of pettiness. With a deep breath, she excused herself from the group, determined to rise above the negativity and carve her own path, one that would showcase her strength and resilience, regardless of her sister's actions.

Family Planning

Lady Violet, Lady Cora, and Lady Rosamund sat together in the drawing room of Downton House, their faces drawn into thoughtful expressions. The subject at hand was one that had been weighing heavily on their minds—the scandal surrounding Lady Mary and her chauffeur.

"Really, it's quite vexing, the way this scandal is casting a shadow over the family," Lady Rosamund remarked, sipping delicately from her teacup.

Lady Violet sighed, her displeasure evident. "One must wonder where Robert's sense of responsibility lies. Allowing Mary to be embroiled in such a debacle without taking proper action to mitigate the damage. It's beyond my comprehension."

Lady Cora nodded in agreement. "I must admit, the family's reputation has taken quite a hit. And it's not just Mary who's affected. Edith and Sybil's prospects in society could be tarnished as well."

Lady Rosamund leaned forward, her expression earnest. "We must be proactive in this matter. We can't simply rely on Robert to navigate us through these treacherous waters."

"But what can we do?" Lady Cora pondered. "The news of Mary's marriage to Branson must be circulated, though it's hard to imagine how that will be received."

Lady Violet's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. "My dear, we are women of influence. It's time we put our heads together and devise a strategy. We must ensure that Mary's ill-advised choices don't irrevocably damage the prospects of her sisters."

Lady Rosamund nodded. "Indeed. We'll need to reach out to our connections, spread the news of Mary's marriage discreetly. Focus on the fact that she is now a respectable wife, no matter the origins of her husband."

Lady Cora added thoughtfully, "And we should make it known that Lady Edith and Lady Sybil have no association with Mary's actions. They must not bear the brunt of society's judgment."

"Exactly," Lady Violet said with determination. "We'll organize small gatherings, introduce them to eligible suitors who are well aware of the nuances of our situation. It may not be a grand debut, but it will be an opportunity for Edith and Sybil to assert their own presence in society."

Lady Cora smiled appreciatively. "And it will be an occasion for them to shine, despite the shadow cast by Mary's choices."

As they continued to discuss their plans, Lady Violet couldn't help but remark, "One can only wonder why Robert seems so ineffective in handling this matter."

"Indeed," Lady Cora agreed. "But for now, we must take matters into our own hands. We'll guide Edith and Sybil through this trying period, ensuring that they emerge unscathed."

With a renewed sense of purpose, the three women began to strategize, determined to use their influence to safeguard the future of their family and ensure that the consequences of Mary's scandal did not define the destinies of her sisters.

A Romantic Dance

As the soft melodies of the orchestra filled the air, the ballroom of Downton House glowed with the warm glow of chandeliers and the soft flicker of candles. The occasion was Lady Sybil Crawley's long-awaited coming out ball, a celebration of her entrance into London society. Dressed in a flowing gown that perfectly captured her youthful charm, Sybil stood at the edge of the dance floor, her heart aflutter with excitement and a touch of nervousness.

Matthew Crawley, ever the attentive and gentlemanly figure, made his way towards Sybil, his eyes lighting up as he caught sight of her. His own formal attire was impeccable, a testament to his position and status. As he approached, he extended his hand, a warm smile curving his lips. "May I have this dance, Lady Sybil?"

Sybil's lips curled into a radiant smile, and she placed her hand in Matthew's with a gentle nod. "Of course, Mr. Crawley. I would be delighted."

The orchestra's tune shifted, transitioning into a waltz, and the two figures gracefully moved onto the dance floor. Their steps aligned as if they were made for each other, their gazes locked in a shared moment of connection. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the soft strains of music and the flutter of their hearts.

Matthew's hand rested gently on Sybil's waist, guiding her with a steady confidence that mirrored his character. Sybil's hand rested on his shoulder, her touch delicate yet sure. As they moved together, their eyes held a depth of understanding and friendship, a connection that had grown over time.

The dance was a blend of elegance and emotion, each twirl and sway carrying with it a whispered promise of camaraderie and support. The words spoken were few, but the unspoken sentiments hung in the air, a silent conversation that spoke volumes.

Sybil's laughter tinkled like music as Matthew led her in a graceful spin, her eyes sparkling with a mix of joy and a touch of mischief. "You dance rather well, Mr. Crawley," she teased, her voice light and playful.

Matthew's own laughter joined hers, a warm sound that seemed to fill the space around them. "I must admit, Lady Sybil, I have had my fair share of practice. But I daresay, dancing with you makes it all the more enjoyable."

As the waltz continued, their steps began to slow, drawing the dance to its conclusion. Their movements became gentler, as if savouring the final moments of the dance. With a final twirl, they came to a graceful halt, their hands still linked, their breaths mingling in the air.

The music faded, and for a brief moment, time seemed suspended. Sybil's gaze met Matthew's, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment that went beyond friendship. Matthew's expression held a warmth and sincerity that mirrored her own feelings.

As the applause from the guests filled the room, Matthew bowed slightly, his lips curving into a charming smile. "Thank you for the dance, Lady Sybil. It has been an absolute pleasure."

Sybil curtsied in response, her smile bright and genuine. "The pleasure was all mine, Mr. Crawley. Thank you for making my coming out ball even more memorable."

Their hands slowly parted, but the connection between them remained. As the festivities continued around them, Sybil and Matthew shared a lingering gaze, their hearts echoing the sentiment of the dance—a connection that went beyond the steps and the music, a connection that hinted at the possibility of something more.

The Family Watches

As the evening progressed, the members of the Crawley family couldn't help but notice the subtle but unmistakable chemistry between Matthew and Sybil. Their stolen glances, shared smiles, and the way they seemed to be in perfect harmony on the dance floor didn't go unnoticed by the keen observers.

Seated in a cosy corner of the ballroom, Lady Cora exchanged a knowing look with her husband, Robert. "Robert, have you noticed the way Matthew and Sybil have been around each other tonight?"

Robert's eyes followed the pair as they engaged in another lively conversation. He chuckled softly. "Indeed, my dear. It seems that the two of them have developed quite a rapport."

Lady Violet, the Dowager Countess of Grantham, joined the conversation with her characteristic wit. "Ah, young love. It's a force that even the strongest of society's norms cannot suppress."

Cora smiled at her mother-in-law. "Perhaps we should find a way to encourage them, without being too obvious, of course."

Robert nodded in agreement. "Yes, we don't want to scare them off. But a little nudge in the right direction might not hurt."

Lady Rosamund Painswick, Violet's daughter, leaned in with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I have an idea. Why don't we arrange a picnic on the estate grounds? A casual setting where they can spend time together without the pressures of society."

Cora's eyes brightened with enthusiasm. "That's a wonderful idea, Rosamund. A picnic sounds delightful, and it would give them the opportunity to get to know each other better."

Violet raised an eyebrow. "And I suppose you expect me to play chaperone?"

Rosamund grinned. "Of course, Mother. Your wisdom and guidance would be invaluable."

Violet huffed, but there was a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Very well, I shall consider it."

As the night wore on, the Crawley family members discreetly exchanged glances, their hearts warmed by the budding connection between Matthew and Sybil. They knew that love and companionship were precious commodities, and if they could play a small role in fostering it, then it was a task they were more than willing to undertake.

And so, amidst the laughter, music, and celebration, the family continued to plan their gentle nudge—a picnic that would set the stage for further interactions between two hearts that seemed destined to find each other amidst the elegance and charm of Downton Abbey.

London Servants Gossip

In the bustling servants' hall, the staff members gathered around for a moment of respite, their conversations taking a different turn than usual.

"Did you see how radiant Lady Sybil looked tonight?" Anna mused, a warm smile on her face.

Daisy nodded in agreement. "Aye, she's like a breath of fresh air, she is. So different from all those formal events we're used to."

Mrs. Hughes chimed in, her tone thoughtful. "It's a special time for her, a moment she's been waiting for. I hope she enjoys every bit of it."

Thomas, always ready with a sly comment, smirked. "Well, it's a relief to have a bit of change from all the hushed whispers about Lady Mary and her chauffeur."

Anna shot him a warning glance. "Thomas, don't be so callous. You know Lady Edith is having a difficult time with all of this."

Thomas rolled his eyes but relented. "Fine, fine. I just meant that Lady Sybil's coming out does bring a breath of fresh air, as Daisy said."

Carson, who had been listening quietly, cleared his throat. "Yes, it's true that Lady Edith is facing some challenges due to the recent events."

Mrs. Patmore clucked her tongue sympathetically. "Poor girl, always feeling like she's in the shadow of her sisters."

Anna nodded, her expression compassionate. "It can't be easy for her. Lady Mary's scandal has cast a long shadow over the whole family."

William, ever the optimist, offered his perspective. "But isn't it nice that Lady Sybil's coming out gives everyone a reason to celebrate? A chance to focus on something joyful."

Mrs. Hughes agreed. "You're right, William. Life moves on, and we must find happiness where we can."

Anna looked around at her fellow staff members. "Let's hope Lady Edith finds her own happiness too. She deserves it."

As they returned to their duties with a renewed sense of camaraderie, the staff couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and empathy for both Lady Sybil's joyous occasion and Lady Edith's struggles. In their own way, they were woven into the fabric of the lives of the Crawley family, sharing in their triumphs and tribulations, all within the grand walls of Downton Abbey.

War is Declared

The lush gardens of Downton Abbey were adorned with colourful flowers and gently swaying trees on that beautiful August day. The sky was a brilliant blue canvas dotted with fluffy white clouds, and a light breeze carried the scent of blossoms through the air. The mansion itself stood as a grand backdrop, its facade reflecting the elegance of the occasion: the last event of the summer, a grand garden party.

Sybil Crawley, resplendent in a gown of soft pastel hues, moved gracefully through the crowd. The success of her coming out in London had brought her newfound confidence, and she mingled with the guests with an easy charm. Matthew, dressed in a tailored suit, was by her side, engaged in lively conversation with some of the other attendees. As the day wore on, he found himself drawn to Sybil's infectious energy and laughter.

They stood together by the refreshments table, each holding a glass of champagne. The sun's golden rays played across Sybil's features, highlighting the sparkle in her eyes. "Mama has truly outdone herself, Matthew, don't you think?" she said, gesturing to the splendid garden around them. "This party is simply magical."

Matthew chuckled, his own eyes fixed on her. " I have to admit, seeing you enjoy it makes all her effort worthwhile."

Sybil's cheeks tinged with a rosy hue, and she playfully nudged his arm. "Well, I suppose I can't deny that I've been thoroughly spoiled since joining the Crawley family," he said.

They shared a knowing smile, the unspoken connection between them growing stronger with each passing day. Yet, as their glances lingered, Matthew's expression became more serious.

"What is it?" Sybil asked, sensing his change in demeanour.

Matthew took a sip of his champagne, his gaze searching her eyes. "Sybil, I've been thinking. You're still so young, and you have so much ahead of you. I wouldn't want to hold you back from experiencing all that life has to offer."

Sybil regarded him with a mixture of curiosity and understanding. "Are you saying that you think I'm not ready to settle down?"

Matthew's lips quirked into a small smile. "No, not exactly. It's just... I want you to have every opportunity, to explore and find your own path before making any decisions."

Her smile softened, and she reached out to gently touch his arm. "Matthew, your concern for me is touching. But you should know that I've never felt surer about anything in my life. Being with you makes me happy, and I don't need any more time to figure that out."

Matthew's heart skipped a beat at her earnest words. Before he could respond, Lord Grantham's voice echoed through the garden, drawing everyone's attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Lord Grantham began, his voice carrying authority. "I must interrupt our festivities to bring you some important news. England has declared war on Germany."

A hushed murmur spread through the crowd, and Sybil's grip on her champagne glass tightened. Matthew's brows furrowed as worry clouded his features. They exchanged a concerned glance, the weight of uncertainty settling upon them.

As the reality of the situation sank in, the garden party had transformed from a joyous occasion to a solemn gathering of individuals facing an uncertain future. The gentle breeze seemed to carry an air of foreboding, and the once carefree atmosphere now held a sense of unease.

Sybil turned to Matthew, her eyes seeking his. "What does this mean for us, Matthew?"

Matthew sighed, his gaze unwavering as he met her eyes. "I don't know, Sybil. But whatever happens, we'll face it together."

Their fingers intertwined, a silent promise of unity and strength. As the sun continued its descent in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the gardens of Downton Abbey, Sybil and Matthew stood side by side, ready to navigate the challenges that lay ahead.