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.
Case files- Part 3
Leonard smiled for her to be catching up quickly, "Do you think he's the black witch?" she asked him curiosity peeking to its height.
"What do you think?" he questioned her question with his own.
Vivian gave it some thought. It was obvious by looking at the man's hand that they didn't look human. They gave a look of rotten look and if a person was sick or had hurt his hands, nothing could make it look like the way it was looking now.
But witches never got caught. No so easily and in an available manner to the councilmen. Frankly, she didn't know what to make of it as it seemed tricky.
Leonard then spoke, "The dead man we found had similar nails. It is possible that something went down here. The plague which the magistrate was talking about."
"But why would humans be affected to have their nails turn out similar to the witches?" she asked him. Leonard had tied an innocent man who had fallen sick but he wouldn't treat a sick man like that.