Strict Governess 소설 & 이야기

“Things are done differently here. You have to supervise the maid and workers, a strict meal and exercise routine would also be given for you to follow so you can be in proper shape to birth the heir.” Bile rise in my throat at his words coupled with the look of condensation and pity in their eyes. The elder continued. “There have also been rumors that your marriage has yet to be consummated. We wonder if it's due to your inexpertice and suggest hiring a bedroom governess —” I froze up. “That is none of your business!” I snarled. Shock passed through the face of the elder and he rose from his seat, gathering his robe around him. I forced myself to look up at him. I wasn't going to cower.

"Thinner than the Princess. And her posture is atrocious." "She'll be corrected." Edmund answered, simple and short. "She'd better be." The woman's eyes finally landed on Jade, direct and unimpressed. Her gaze held quiet contempt and disdain. "I am Mrs. Farrow. I oversee this household — which means, for the foreseeable future, I oversee you. You rise when I say rise. You dress when I say dress. You speak only when spoken to in the presence of nobility. Do precisely as you're told, because the alternative is a mistake neither of us can afford."

Camille says, trying to figure out what the truth. “She did it with the help of Bertha.” We both look to the entrance and we see Damsey. “My lady,” She says curtseying towards Camille. “Speak. Who is Bertha?” Camille asks. “Lady Mehera’s governess. When I was younger, I worked in the household of Lady Mehera and at that time, I just so happened to have witnessed a situation that makes sense to this one at hand. In the household of lady Mehera, the general’s concubine was caught with a guard.”

Gwen muttered, "and told him his horse smelled better than his jacket. But that's not the point. Why do the harness boys get meat while we get swept oats?" "Because horses carry scouts, and day-maids only carry water." Before Gwen could launch into another defence of household dignity, the iron latch on the dormitory door lifted with a sharp clatter. Mrs Hallowell walked into the aisle. She wore her usual black wool bodice and starched linen collar, with a ring of heavy brass keys swinging from her girdle. "Up, girls," the housekeeper said. She didn't need to raise her voice to command attention. "Gwen, you're on the south stairwells with the lime bucket. Take two scrapers. The carters have

If I sit still, the walls start closing in and I start remembering the look on my stepmother's face when she told me I was nothing compared to Chloe. So, I did what I always do when I need to clear a heavy, cluttered mind. I looked for a mop. "Ma'am, please, you don't have to do that," a sweet, older voice pleaded behind me. It was Mrs. Gable, the head housekeeper Alexander had hired to manage the estate. She looked entirely distressed, her eyes darting from my hands down to the bucket of soapy water I had aggressively dragged into the living room. "Mr. Sterling explicitly instructed us that you are the mistress of the house. You shouldn't be scrubbing the baseboards."

"The Master's orders are clear. You remain in his sight, and the Council enforcers remain out of your way. Do not make me repeat this." She turned on her heel and walked off before I could respond. I stood there, my hands resting on my hips. I wasn't stupid. I knew wealthy, secretive organisations had strict rules, and Captain Vane looked like the kind of cold, high-society security chief who had people quietly blacklisted for taking one wrong step. But being treated like a toddler who couldn't be trusted not to wander off made my blood boil. Rather than risk another lecture from Mrs. Gable, I followed her instructions and asked a senior steward to fetch the leather polish I needed from the

He turned sharply, kneeling by his mom who had angry tears in her eyes, “Mom, please go and rest in your room. Ms. Shaw will bring you breakfast.” Ms. Shaw was the elderly Housekeeper of the family. The only domestic staff that was allowed to reserve her job ever since Arabella fell from grace. Catherine nodded gently, dabbing off her tears as she looked up at Arabella, ”Arabella, I’m going to make sure you regret coming to this family.” Arabella smirked, “I already am. I think the orphanage would have been better.” Adrian shot her a cold glance, but she ignored him, walking her tired body out on them.

Her face littered with freckles and the biggest smile ever. The woman reminded me of Mrs. Cuthbert from Anne of Green Gables. She wore a white blouse and long black skirt; an apron tied neatly around her waist as she entered a set of keys resting on her hip. Along with her came two armed guards both of whom move to stand by the door. Introducing herself to me, I learned her name was Angela. She was the head housekeeper before chasing the guards back outside. Telling them it was inappropriate for them to watch a lady like that. When they try to protest, saying it was direct orders from the Boss does she frown.

“Good. You should also know that we’ve decided to let the other servants go as well. The only ones who will be staying on are Tessa and Mr. Bitterly. Your uncle has determined it would be worthwhile to replace some of the aging servants with younger ones. Of course, I insisted that Tessa stay, as she is practically irreplaceable. And your uncle has no interest in what happens in the yard. Therefore, you can expect to see some new faces here in a few days, once Bertram has the chance to find suitable replacements.” The entire conversation seemed quite odd to Meg, but she said nothing other than the usual. “Yes, Mother,” and began to mull over what her uncle might be up to. “This young lady we

I asked. "Only a couple of people are left now, my lady. Butler Gervis, Head Maid Criselda, and the two Knights Reinhard and Derrick. Butler Gervis is also training a page boy Arnet, he can also be trusted. The master and Lady Madelyn had removed all the former workers of the mansion and replaced them with new ones that they had chosen. It's only the 5 of us who they can't replace because of the will of the former Duke that are left to take care of Garrick house, my lady." Carmella explained. Lady Madelyn. It seems like my trusted aides call my stepmother that rather than mistress.