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.
The truth- Part 1
Dutan and Vivian stood at the front of a door where Dutan had knocked. The sky had turned dark and possibly gloomier. Snow covering every inch of the ground turning it white and cold. It wasn't the time of night but the weather turned to a dull one compared to the earlier time when both Leo and she had come out for lunch.
Some of the houses had started to light lantern outside the houses and the torch was burnt at the pole lamps that were placed around the town. The pole lamp had a top plate which avoided the snow from getting in and extinguishing the fire that was lit.
They had picked to go to the last house as that was where the path led to the next town which Leonard and Heuren had gone to talk to the boy and the man.
When the door opened, "Dutan greeted the elderly woman with a bright smile, "Good evening, milady."
"Good evening," the woman looked at them skeptically, "What do you want?"