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.
Stranger in the crowd- Part 1
Though he had laid down on the bed to sleep next to Vivian, he was yet to close his eyes as he stared at the sleeping face in front of him. Her eyes moved behind her closed eyelids as if she was dreaming about something which was hard to be pulled back into reality, it made him wonder what she would be dreaming right now.
The wind that came along with picking up residues of rain with it made the weather in the lands of Bonelake only that much colder. Vivian had completely wrapped herself with the cover, protecting herself from the dropping temperature of the night, yet she slept through it while Leonard still wore the clothes he had come home with. He could hear her breath, the inhale and exhale of air which was soft on the pillow.
Her cheeks were pale, unable to resist the urge of touching her, he ran his fingers across her face, waking her up from her sleep.
Her sleep filled eyes fluttered half open to see Leonard lying next to her.