Literary Governess Novels & Stories

She was a glorified companion and a lively company. “It feels as though it was just yesterday when I was sitting in my room and watching spring pass by, but then I see the isolated cold garden and realize just how much time passed for me.” Laylin sighed with an air of regret. The Governess didn't know how to contribute to the conversation. “You can’t keep hiding forever.” Eloise, who couldn’t help her heartbreak, pointed out. "You are laying low while all the ladies are quick on their feet to catch the King's eye!"

Bill and Lara got busy opening gifts that were in the bag. " I am their governess. " " Oh, Governess?? So that is how Robert is taking care of them. Just by hiring a woman as a governess does he think that his responsibilities are over?? Where were you till now?? How dare you leave them alone like this?? " " Sir, Please mind your language. They are absolutely safe in this house. The kids are playing in the garden and I am keeping an eye on them from a distance. You don't have the right to teach me my job, sir.

“Oh! Aurora darling, the governess must have taught you this as well and I will see to it that she's given a raise. However, you still have to attend the class. Now, be a good girl and don't be late to classes” Aurora gracefully picked up her gown and walked the way she was taught by the governess. She knows she will not dare to run in her grandmother's presence. “Good morning Mrs Rivers”. Aurora courtesies her tutor, the governess. Mrs Rivers is a petite woman with beautiful blue eyes and a black hair. She was appointed as Aurora's governess when the little girl celebrated her fourth birthday and although she knew Aurora can be sometimes naughty, she loves her like her own daughter, Layla.

I walked over to the area where other women were sitting and found a spot in a plush armchair in the corner, where I sat quietly and mulled over my potential responses to interview questions in my head. My train of thought was broken a few minutes later as an older woman came running down the stairs in hysterics. “She’s a little monster!” she said, tears streaming down her wrinkled face. “In all my years of being a governess, I have never -- and I mean never -- met such a cruel little thing.”

Resentful, she coldly remarked, “What’s the use of poetry and literature? A wife’s role is to be obedient, respectful to her in-laws, and dutiful to her husband. Getting along well is unnecessary; understanding proper hierarchy and decorum is what truly matters.” Just as the atmosphere plummeted to a freezing point once again due to Lady Sheffield’s remark, a maid rushed in, panting heavily, and announced, "A decree has arrived from the royal palace! The ladies are to come outside to receive it—it’s... it’s a decree from the Queen Dowager!"

The iron gate creaked as Lillian stepped into the secluded estate, tucked behind rows of manicured hedges and dripping vines. It was a modern mansion, yes, but built in the image of something older gothic arches, heavy chandeliers, and a scent of old wood and secrecy. She clutched her satchel tighter. The contract she signed ran through her mind again: You will assume the role of a governess. You will remain in character at all times. You will correct the heir’s behavior per house rules. And you will obey the Master of the house.

Walter seems like a particularly interesting fellow. I attend lessons daily with my governess, whose name is Ms. Cunningham. She is my second governess. I am learning English diction, Latin, history, and maths—which I think you Americans call “math” instead. I like most of my subjects but am not particularly fond of calculations. I am also learning all sorts of etiquette and that sort of thing. My governess says I am very polished for a thirteen-year-old.

The lady was wearing virgin white falsely and was probably with child. Although the thought that another man enjoyed what he coveted as his own and had planted his seed within her velvety depths was difficult to bear, Stephen did his best to look past it. He was, after all, a man of the world and therefore should understand such things. The closed doors of London society did not necessarily promote the chastity in their women like one might assume. Since he became her betrothed but a few short weeks ago, he would accept her indiscretions as the actions of a foolish girl who grew up without the proper guidance a mother would have normally provided. One could hardly expect a governess who was

" she asks with a sneer of professional pride. "I think it is." I give her my most fake, condescending smile. That gets me another eye roll, but this time she doesn't try as hard to hide it. "Well, then I guess I'll be heading out now. I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Lamington." With that, she turns around and walks away from me, her exhaustion at war with an intense irritation. I know I was a little hard on her. But that Precious Brooks, the last governess, didn't even last three days and her first day was ten times worse. Yet I need to keep this sassy little art conservator in her place.

"Well, Professor, welcome to my friend's estate." Emma said, turning around so that she was walking slowly forward with her back, while gesturing with her hands which were spread wide as she welcomed her professor to the governess' estate. "Your friend?" Professor Perkins asked, masterfully masking the bewilderment in his voice, not wanting to let the human in on whatever he was feeling or thinking. "Yeah, I have some quite royal friends you see. Melvina is the governess of the county, but she is my good friend. She allows me to call her by her name." She replied.