Violet loved her children.

But could she deal with them at such a young age? No. She didn’t really bother, and it was uncommon to take care of your children by yourselves anyway; especially in places like England, where most children were raised by their nanny. So, that’s what she did- left the children to be raised by the nanny and wait until they got older and more able to take care of themselves without any parental help. But she felt bad, since you didn’t come over much, so she let you go see the nursery when you did. Rosamund ran from the nanny’s arms into Violet’s, which her mother slightly recoiled at, while Robert crawled over to your legs and held out his arms to be picked up. “Rosamund, let go- please?” Violet implored, her voice holding an edge.