Mabel, the Head Governess, came to meet me for the Queen lesson a week before the wedding. She was a sophisticated tall, slender elderly woman with dark eyes and a prominent nose. She was dressed in a traditional mediaeval green gown and a white whimper that covered her head and neck. She had a stoic expression on her face, but she was also graceful.
"It is an honour to serve you, your grace," she says gracefully.
"The honour is mine," I say as I return the curtsy.
"I've heard you're the personal governess of Princess Sibylla," I inquired.
"Yes, and I teach her everything she needs to know, from basic etiquette to politics," she explained.
"Oh... that's great... I know Princess Sibylla is the King's heir," I added.
"Yes.. she is.. she spent her entire life preparing for that role and
