Bambi and the Duke
Disowned for being a human, Vivian was taken in as a maid at the age of seven by the Carmichael household. Serving one of the most respected and elite pureblood families in Bonelake, there were rules. Rules that must be followed by all servants and maids. Like everyone else, Vivian was repeatedly reminded not to disobey the rules. But before she could learn to blend into the background like the other servants, the Duke's young son calls to her, “Bambi.” And all hell breaks loose. ----- "What? Never seen a bruise before?" Leonard scoffed at the girl. "Does it hurt?" Vivian asked, gently kneeling beside him and examining the several bruises covering his face. "Not that much." Remembering what her mother used to do when she got a bruise, Vivian brought her sleeve to her mouth and blew warm air on it before placing it on the boy's cheek, taking him by surprise. Leonard swatted her hand away, a hint of pink appearing on his cheeks embarrassed, "W-what are you doing?" "Mama told me this will make the pain go away," the girl held her hand close to her chest as she shared her past memory. "I’m not a child!” Leonard huffed at her. “I don’t think you’re a child,” she stared at him with a crystal-clear gaze. Taken aback, Leonard locked eyes with her for two seconds before shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it. They’ll heal in a day or two anyways," he reassured her before getting up and taking a seat at the table where his books were placed. "Odd girl," he muttered to himself as he pulled the top book from the stack and lost himself in it.
Gore of the dead- Part 2
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After the arrival of other council members who resided in Mythweald came to inspect the state the body was found in, the dead body of Charlotte was brought down to place on the ground.
Mrs Easton cried and grieved at her daughter's death. The way she was found in, looked utterly painful. With her chest that was torn wide open on either side of her body, some amount of blood had dripped down to show the juicy organs inside but in time it had come to dry with the dry wind which blew in the wake of the morning.
She touched her daughter's face which was bruised when she went to cradle her daughter's head, she came in contact with wet and sticky blood due to the back of the head being cracked open. Charlotte's vacant eyes stared at the sky, her body cold and readying itself to be decomposed.