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Post by Violet Bridgerton on Oct 28, 2022 22:46:52 GMT
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.:Name:. Violet Bridgerton .:Nick Name:. Honeybee (by Edmund) .:Rank:. Nobility .:Age:. 47 (S1)
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.:Physical Appearance:. Violet is a woman of tall and lean stature. She has a fair complexion, and round blue eyes. She enjoys dressing in various fashions but is not concerned with overly extravagant attire. Her favoured colours of dress are often light, pastel colours that are reflective of her soft, and kind overall demeanour. .:Height:. 5'6 .:Portrayed by:. Ruth Gemmell
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.:Personality:. Devoted to her family, Violet is a loving mother which is a role she takes most seriously. She wants nothing but the best for her children and tries to steer them in the right direction, even if she is met with resistance. A hopeless romantic, she married the love of her life while she was young and wants each of her children to experience that same feeling in their own marriages. .:Skills:. Compassionate, strong-willed, optimistic, maternal .:Weaknesses:. Hopeless romantic, interfering, fear of losing her children, the passage of time.
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.:Birthplace:. Upper Smedley, Surrey .:Family:. Husband
Edmund Bridgerton
Children Anthony Bridgerton Benedict Bridgerton Colin Bridgerton Daphne Bridgerton Eloise Bridgerton Francesca Bridgerton Gregory Bridgerton Hyacinth Bridgerton
.:Occupation:. Dowager Viscountess .:History:. Life for Violet didn't really begin until she met Edmund. Up until that point, her every moment seemed to be in black and white, and he brought colour to her world. He was charming from their very first encounter and she was enamoured by him. Love at first sight is such a cliche, something that can only be found in fairy tales, but Violet claims that she found it with Edmund.
They started their family soon after they were wed, and Violet felt her whole heart break wide open the moment she held her son in her arms. She did not realize it was possible to love someone as much as she did Anthony. She'd had a taste of what real, true love felt like, but nothing compared to the love she felt for her child. She didn't know it at that moment, but she would go on to do it seven more times, each time feeling like a part of her heart had been torn free from her chest and placed out in the world.
Violet was hands-on with raising her children, preferring to be involved in their upbringing instead of passing them off to servants. She nurtured her children and enjoyed the role of being their mother. She wanted to be present to dry their tears and listen to those funny stories that children told so well; she never had any intention of allowing someone else to raise her babies while she only saw them at fleeting moments in the day. Some of her favourite times were at mealtimes, when she and Edmund would sit and share a meal with their large family, there was never any separation.
Each of her pregnancies had been met with excitement and anticipation, for the new life that she and her husband were bringing into the world together. That excitement did not fade, not even when they learned that they would be welcoming an eighth child into their family. Sometimes they would lie awake at night, long after the children had gone to bed, giggling like lovesick teenagers as they discussed what they would name this new baby.
Towards the end of her pregnancy, her entire world came crashing down around her when Anthony's voice called from outside. The fear in her eldest's voice was enough for her to go to him, running to where he was struggling with his father on the lawn. Edmund's face was red from the effort to find breath by the time she reached them, and when asked of what had caused his ailment, the only explanation Anthony could offer was that a bee had stung his father moments prior. But something as small as a bee surely could not do this, Edmund was a man in his prime, and healthy. It seemed absurd to watch him felled by a creature so small.
She had dropped to her knees, pulling her husband into her lap as she pleaded for him to breathe. She had never seen him so scared in that moment, and her own panic bubbled over as she realized that his movements were growing weaker. She begged him not to leave, he could not leave her, he could not leave them. He fell still in her arms, his heart that once beat only for her and the family they'd grown together, would beat no more.
The days following Edmund's death were almost too much to bear, she was inconsolable and took herself away from her children. So consumed by grief that she could not bear to be around them, or anyone else. The only time she could find peace was when she slept, which she did much of in those early days, the ache of loss draining much of her energy.
When the baby came, the labour was long and more of a challenge than any of the others. There was talk that one of them might not make it, the thought was sickening to her. Not long ago she had lost her husband, and now she might be forced to endure the loss of her child, the child they had been so excited for and wanted so dearly. Fortunately, they were spared from an agonizing choice when her daughter was born with a lot of aid from the doctor. She named her Hyacinth, for the flower her father had plucked from their garden on the final day of his life.
Violet wanted to be there for her children, to help them through their grief, but how could she hope to do that when she did not have a handle on her own. She could barely stand to exist in a world where he was not, so she stayed away to spare them from witnessing her grief and to spare herself the pain of seeing theirs. There were times where she wished that she would die, the torment was so great, and she knew that Edmund would be ashamed of her for such a thought. That she could even fathom leaving their children alone, parentless in the world, it was inexcusable, but such was the state of her mind.
It would get better. Grief becomes easier to bear as time passes, but it leaves scars behind that even time cannot heal. Violet learned to exist with that grief, and it became less of a burden as she learned to exist without the comfort and guidance of her husband.
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