Strict Governess Novels & Stories

Rebecca flashed a glance at Zita, who was wearing a smile. "It seems you were right. The Lady does have an appetite." She replied jokingly. "You know Zita, you'll definitely make a good governess for the Lady." "Are you really that sure, Your grace? I don't have any knowledge of the role of a governess." Zita answered jovially, surprised at the position. "Well, you know the Lady-." The door opened and the Duke entered the room. Rebecca caught a glimpse of him and stopped. She looked away and had her eyes on her daughter. Zita turned to her side and saw him.

She was the governess- an imposing figure who had been tasked s with the job of teaching and guiding me through the Shadowmoor Kingdom’s Wolf Pack regulations and traditions. “Good day, Your Highness.” greeted the governess, letting herself drop into the lowest curtsy that her aging body would allow her to. “Good day, Lady Agatha. I hope you had a splendid night’s rest?” I asked, as I watched her stand up, slowly, from her curtsy. “I had adequate rest through the night, Your Highness. I hope you, as well, got more than enough rest during the night. It wouldn’t do to have you doze off, again, during the day’s lessons.” Lady Agatha said.

she declared, jotting something down on a clipboard with a brisk gesture. Emaline nodded quickly, while Eloise finished styling my hair. The tension in the air was palpable, and from the furious glare that woman shot our way, I deduced she was the head governess, a figure of hierarchical authority above Emaline. A cell phone was always in her hands, and she seemed to be in constant communication with someone, whom I assumed could be the beta of the pack. "Let's go, Eloise, help me put Eleanor in her dress!" Emaline said, hurriedly.

“I’m sorry for dragging you into this but you can't, in no situation, react first. Instead, just report to me what you see and hear.” As they left the Princess alone for the evening, the Governess cornered Eloise. "How many times have I told you to watch what you say?" Eloise was spooked and stuttered. "Wha-What did I do?" Scoffing, the Governess rolled her eyes. "Have you forgotten the kind of days you had recently? We are not in Ehan, we are in a nation where we would have been grilled alive if we weren't accompanying the Princess!" She asserted their situation clearly, and Eloise stared at her quizzically unable to understand where the conversation was headed. "We can't let the Princess d

And in those moments, I had seen it clearly the space beside them where a mother should have been. “Papa,” Katherine beamed when the carriage door opened. The word escaping before she caught herself. She quickly lowered her head, swallowing her joy as though it were improper.“Katherine,” Lord Rathcliffe acknowledged. “Son,” he turned to David. That was all. I watched Katherine’s shoulders straighten, watched her tuck her hands neatly in front of her as though bracing herself for inspection rather than affection. And then something inside me shifted. They did not need a governess. They needed gentleness. Lorf Rathcliffe's gaze lifted to me before he moved past us into the house.

"Maya, yes... the boys, no. They are little devils that have managed to scare away not less than nine governesses." "Just nine? I was once a governess myself, to the Rudert boys; two sets of twins and a very cunning snippet." "Five boys?" "Yes and they had two and twenty governesses before I arrived." I said proudly. The boys were devils in little boys' clothing but when you get to really understand them, you'd see just how cute they were. "How did you manage five boys on your own? And aren't you a little too young to be a governess?" It was my turn to chuckle at the sheer disbelief on his face.

Light auburn hair which was nicely arranged over her head, shaped her oval face and a sun-tainted smile that revealed a dimple which was mostly never present. She was busy with lessons from the governess, learning how to be a proper lady. The governess must've said something funny, because she burst out laughing, her head tilted backwards. Something beautiful tugged at his heart. He knows he should look away but he can't. She already captivated him and she doesn't even know it. " Sorry to interrupt Lord Wilson, but someone would like to see you." Someone said behind him. Gerald turned around to see the Butler standing behind him.

Gable’s eyebrows twitched slightly, the first crack in her professional armor. "But that room has been vacant since the winter and It has no heating unit." "Did I ask for a maintenance report, Mrs. Gable?" the patriarch whispered, his tone dropping into that terrifying, melodic register. "She will sleep there. She will eat with the lower kitchen staff. She is legally betrothed to the CEO of this empire, but until the contracts are finalized, she has absolutely no domestic power in this house. Do you understand my instructions?" "Perfectly, sir," Mrs. Gable replied, bowing her head.

"Yes, you would have your own room. You would only enter and stay in the Young Master's room if and only when he wants it. I hope you read the contract well enough." "Ow," was the only thing I could muster. I didn't read the damn contract. I balled both hands and slightly shook my head in dismay. I often do things out of sheer stupidity. "This is not a child's play my dear." I gaped at my governess's direction but closed it as soon as I saw the old woman's pity. "I'll leave you for now to take some rest. I'll send Katerina later to bring you food and maybe early morning, I could introduce you to all the attendants and your teachers. Welcome to Crestwood mansion Young Mistress." With that she

“I am sorry to interrupt, my lady, but I was told you wanted to speak to me immediately.” “Yes, come in.” The woman entered, fidgeting with her fingers. “From now on, there will be no strolls in the garden, no playing outside, and no leaving the house for Geoffrey. Do I make myself clear, Lady Green?” “Yes, Your Grace.” “Two Guards will be assigned to accompany him at all times,” she announced, more to Victor than to the governess. He nodded in understanding. “Yes, Your Grace,” the woman repeated. “Thank you, Lady Green. You may leave now.” The woman bowed before hurrying out of the office.