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“But it changes everything!” Marigold sobbed, her mama had explained all about her birth father and his death, and how her mother had shifted her about from foster family to foster family until it was convenient for Edith to have her with her.

“She tried to get rid of me, Aunt Mary… she tried to give me to strangers!”

“Sweetheart,” Mary sighed quietly and shook her head, rubbing her hands gently up and down Marigold’s arms to try and calm her. Part of her could understand her niece’s frustrations, especially with the way Edith had kept things from her. “Nothing important has changed– you are still our Marigold, and we all love you dearly. But your mama… Edith did all of that to try and help you. I know it may not seem like it, but it’s true. No matter what you may think, she only ever wanted the best for you.”

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Deep down, Marigold knew that, but the wound was still too fresh at the moment.

“Please, Aunt Mary, don’t make me go home, I don’t know if I will ever be able to look at Mama or Papa in the eye after this... can’t I stay here with you? I promise I won’t be any trouble.”

#nottheprincess #v: As Stubborn As Her Mother

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Mary Crawley wearing red (requested)

#nᴏᴛ as cᴏʟᴅ hᴇᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ as sʜᴇ sᴇᴇᴍs (aunt mary)

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Mama and Papa Crawley

#lᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴏғ dᴏɢs (donk)#tʜᴇ aᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ (granny cora)

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@ladysybilcrawley Marigold giggled as she chased after her sister Sybbie as they played in the gardens. Life in Downtown was all the blonde Branson had ever known. A happy life with Mama and Papa and Sybbie. She also spent her days with Donk and Granny Cora and her aunts and cousin George. Yet her happiest memories were with Aunt Edith, who often cooed and fussed over her much like mama did. Looking up from her play, Marigold saw a familiar figure approaching and cried out joyously. “Mama!”

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Mother suited Sybil like a glove, just as nursing had during the war. Never had she imagined in her wildest dreams that Papa would become keen on Tom and her children. She was infinitely blessed and happier than anyone could have ever imagined.

“Marigold, my darling!” Sybil exclaimed, rushing to her daughter’s side. “What are we playing with Sybbie and George?” The brunette questions curiously.

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Throwing her arms about her mother's neck, Marigold allowed herself to drink in her mother's perfume. "We're playing tag!" The little blonde said with a huge grin. "It's my turn to be 'it' and I'm trying to tag Sybbie, but she's fast!"

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@ladysybilcrawley Marigold giggled as she chased after her sister Sybbie as they played in the gardens. Life in Downtown was all the blonde Branson had ever known. A happy life with Mama and Papa and Sybbie. She also spent her days with Donk and Granny Cora and her aunts and cousin George. Yet her happiest memories were with Aunt Edith, who often cooed and fussed over her much like mama did. Looking up from her play, Marigold saw a familiar figure approaching and cried out joyously. "Mama!"

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“Did everyone know about it?” The young blonde asked, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

“Did you know I was illegitimate?”

“Oh darling,” Mary moved to sit beside her niece, brushing her hair back from her face gently. “I only knew after Edith told me– and needless to say, she took her time telling me.” She said, shaking her head once. “You know that it doesn’t change how much we all love you.”

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“But it changes everything!” Marigold sobbed, her mama had explained all about her birth father and his death, and how her mother had shifted her about from foster family to foster family until it was convenient for Edith to have her with her.

“She tried to get rid of me, Aunt Mary... she tried to give me to strangers!”

#v: As Stubborn As Her Mother #nottheprincess

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“Did everyone know about it?” The young blonde asked, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

“Did you know I was illegitimate?”

#v: As Stubborn As Her Mother #nottheprincess

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"Uncle Mathew, can I ask you a favor?"

He may have disapproved of Edith and Michael’s relationship at the time (which, in hindsight, was incredibly hypocritical of him, however much he believed he had been looking out for her best interests), but their daughter was perfectly charming, and seemed overjoyed that she had another uncle to dote on her. He was in the small library, looking through the books he’d had sent over from the agent’s office. Since Robert’s untimely death, he had had the weight of the estate’s many problems piled upon him, which was only magnified when he dismissed Tom from his previous position. His reasoning was simple—he had opened a business and he didn’t want him to have to split time between a used car shop and the estate. The truth was that he saw him as the Brutus to his Caesar.

Glad of the distraction as his niece wandered into the room, he smiled, pushing the files aside and turning around in his chair. “Of course. What is it, darling?”

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Stepping into the library, Marigold glanced around, it hadn’t changed much since Donk had died. In fact, it looked like Donk would come in any second.

Approaching the desk where her uncle sat, the young blonde shifted her weight nervously. Before holding out the flyer she had gotten while in the village.

“There’s going to be a father daughter dance in the village... and since Uncle Tom will be taking Sybbie, and Papa is away on business... I was wondering if you would take me.”

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