Literary Governess Novels & Stories

"She came to Eldermoor fifteen years ago and spent three years winning Lord Vesper's heart. Lord Vesper already had a family, but this woman was charming enough to become his favorite. Slowly, she made her way to the top, getting in charge of major issues concerning the village. "It happened like an entertainment. She came up with different rules, all of which were always approved by Lord Vesper. Then, she gave herself the title—The Governess. In our very eyes, she became the one heading the village. Lord Vesper, now old and weary, simply rests all day while she commands the village." His story wasn't doing much good for Sheera, only more scare. If witches and wolves were banished, then she

“Yes, it has. I didn’t know him all that well, and the rumors I heard about him…” “Yes,” she says, then smiles. “Luca has a reputation. It isn’t unwarranted, though, and that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” A sharp knock on the door interrupts us. She stands. “That’s the governess with the refreshments. I hope you like tea?” “I do.” I don’t. A woman wearing a black pencil skirt and white ruffled top walks in carrying a silver tray. She places it on the desk and turns to Sarah, “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

This veil would erase her entirely, transform her into the possession of another. She reached out once, almost without meaning to, her fingers brushing the gossamer fabric. It clung faintly to her skin, as if already fastening itself to her. A shiver crawled down her spine. “Steady, my lady,” Augustine murmured, her voice thin. She smoothed down Elara’s shoulder, her own hand trembling slightly. Her governess’s face was lined with both devotion and guilt, caught between the girl she had raised and the Duke she served. “Hold still, please.”