A Duke, a Governess, and a Little Lady
Rating: most likely pg to pg-13 at the most.
Disclaimer: If I owned Roswell, we'd still have a show to watch.
Summary: Elizabeth Parker is a governess for Emily Burming in the early 1800s but when tragedy strikes they move 3000 miles away, to live with a cousin Emily's never met and a Duke Elizabeth might not be able to handle
**PROLOGUE**
Elizabeth Parker strode through the hallway of the Burming estate towards the nursery. She took as big of steps as she could before appearing unladylike.
She heard another scream for the bedrooms upstairs and hurried not caring how ladylike she looked. Just as she opened the nursery, a small girl leapt into her arms.
"Miss Beth, where's my mama and papa?" The small girl asked.
"Your Mama's upstairs, and your papa" She paused taking a deep breath. It had taken forever to find out what had happened. "Is not going to come home."
"What?" The girl shrieked.
"Miss Emily, you must really be quiet. Your mama will hear you and worry."
"But I want my papa." She cried. Elizabeth held the small girl in her arms while she cried.
It was early spring and some of the roads were still a bit icy from the winter's snow. Mr. Burming had gone out to fetch the doctor since Mrs. Burming went into childbirth. The carriage overturned and he was crushed, killed instantly.
"I know." Elizabeth held the small girl tighter to her. Elizabeth remembered back to the time when she was five years old and told her mother had passed away. She had screamed and cried. Claudia, her grandmother, had been there. And then she remembered back to the time when her father died when she was sixteen. Emily had lost her papa and now her mama within hours of each other.
They heard a shriek, a high scream and then silence. Emily buried her head in Elizabeth's chest.
Elizabeth listened in earnest for the sound of a baby cry. Nothing. Total and absolute silence filled the house.
An exhausted Martha peeked her head into the door. A painfully slow nod told Elizabeth everything she needed to know. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She bent down and whispered to Emily the news she had just heard. Emily slumped in Elizabeth's arms. She had fainted.
Rating: most likely pg to pg-13 at the most.
Disclaimer: If I owned Roswell, we'd still have a show to watch.
Summary: Elizabeth Parker is a governess for Emily Burming in the early 1800s but when tragedy strikes they move 3000 miles away, to live with a cousin Emily's never met and a Duke Elizabeth might not be able to handle
**PROLOGUE**
Elizabeth Parker strode through the hallway of the Burming estate towards the nursery. She took as big of steps as she could before appearing unladylike.
She heard another scream for the bedrooms upstairs and hurried not caring how ladylike she looked. Just as she opened the nursery, a small girl leapt into her arms.
"Miss Beth, where's my mama and papa?" The small girl asked.
"Your Mama's upstairs, and your papa" She paused taking a deep breath. It had taken forever to find out what had happened. "Is not going to come home."
"What?" The girl shrieked.
"Miss Emily, you must really be quiet. Your mama will hear you and worry."
"But I want my papa." She cried. Elizabeth held the small girl in her arms while she cried.
It was early spring and some of the roads were still a bit icy from the winter's snow. Mr. Burming had gone out to fetch the doctor since Mrs. Burming went into childbirth. The carriage overturned and he was crushed, killed instantly.
"I know." Elizabeth held the small girl tighter to her. Elizabeth remembered back to the time when she was five years old and told her mother had passed away. She had screamed and cried. Claudia, her grandmother, had been there. And then she remembered back to the time when her father died when she was sixteen. Emily had lost her papa and now her mama within hours of each other.
They heard a shriek, a high scream and then silence. Emily buried her head in Elizabeth's chest.
Elizabeth listened in earnest for the sound of a baby cry. Nothing. Total and absolute silence filled the house.
An exhausted Martha peeked her head into the door. A painfully slow nod told Elizabeth everything she needed to know. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She bent down and whispered to Emily the news she had just heard. Emily slumped in Elizabeth's arms. She had fainted.