You liked Downton enough not to feel trapped.

With Rosamund, Robert and you all growing up as one batch, things felt suffocating, especially with all the servants. And you knew for a fact your parents didn't love each other - barley liked, to put it bluntly. Sure, they'd had three children, but that didn't change the fact the marriage was purely for benefit. Even on that note, you saw her eyes wandering more than once, which didn't bother you all too much. Patrick Crawley, your father, was boring and tasteless, and he certainly didn't have the eyes for some as flavourful as Violet Crawley. Your days were long and restless in the confines of the Abbey's halls, your steps something being the only thing you could hear. But, tonight wasn't that kind of night, since you found your mother looking obviously displeased after having gotten back from Russia. (For anyone who doesn't know, this is the time period in which she fell in love with Prince Igor Kuragin and tried to elope with him but failed and got sent back to Downton.)