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.
Prisoners- Part 2
Leonard sipped the tea from the white teacup which had blood mixed with it, his tongue relishing the rich thick texture of the blood which wasn't found in milk. The sun that rarely graced the lands of Bonelake was already up and high, rays of sun filling up the entire place and piercing through the glasses of the mansion which refracted various colors on the walls. It was the colors that had woken him up from his sleep along with the birds that had perched in one of the trees.
And when Jan had arrived at his door, the first question he had asked was, "Where are the three maids?"
"They have been sent to the market, Sire. They should be here in half an hour," the housekeeper replied back looking at his pocket watch.
"Hmm," counting the number of servants in the mansion had become a habit to Leonard since he had placed the master-slave bond on all his servants. The trust he had gained in years had been washed away with the blood of his own.