Light spills into your bedroom as Mrs. Braithwright rings the curtains open with a sharp sound of sliding silver and the rustle of white linen.

"Come on, time to rise." The governess instructs without a shred of sympathy. "We have a busy schedule today."

Outside your cozy bedroom window the sun is shining down on a beautiful spring day, and the sound of birds chirping happily can be heard carrying from somewhere within the branches of the property's lush oak trees.