Strict Governess Novels & Stories

“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."

Stela demanded, her tone brimming with irritation as she confronted Helena. "My mistress has yet to request anything from me," Helena replied flatly. "Does it need to be requested?!" Bela snapped. "You should’ve handed it over already—" "Watch your tone!" Helena barked, immediately silencing Bela. "I am not only older than you, I am the head housekeeper. Within this manor, I hold the highest authority over all of you servants."

“She seems to be the obedient type. You shouldn’t need to worry about her, Young Master.” Giovanni scoffs, clearly not convinced by the butler’s assessment of me. “Don’t be fooled by her appearance.” Then, Giovanni turns and leaves. With that, I’m stuck in the care of the butler. He gestures for me to follow him, and he starts giving me a tour of the mansion while he explains the rules for the family dinner. Those rules basically boil down to stay quiet and do what I’m told, which shouldn’t be surprising with how my day being around Giovanni has gone so far.

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.

" 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.

“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.

He leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers. “That’s what I like to hear.“ He trails a finger down the side of my neck, humming approvingly. “Now… let’s see just how cooperative you can be.“ He goes over and locks the door. “So what’s your name handsome?” “Oh, I do enjoy a sweet talker. You can call me whatever you want, princess.“ He taps my lip lightly with a finger, voice dripping in condescension,his closeness irritating me but I have to play along. “But why don't you start by calling me "Sir"?“

the man asked. Darcy was beautiful and smart, yet she was under Galahad’s control. She could grow strong and independent if she was free of those shackles, but she was locked down because of her name. She had no freedom and must act according to orders. Even the man felt bad for Darcy, hence the question. “Don’t ask what you shouldn’t know. You should know the rules here and who you are. Curiosity kills the cat,” said the butler. Like his master, he too spoke kindly and warmly but his tone felt pressuring.