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.
Time in the theater- Part 1
Vivian couldn't believe she had made it through the first round of the written exam held by the council. She wanted to smile, smile so wide that ti could reach the end of her ears but she doubted it was a good thing to do. With hundreds of candidates who had come to take part in the examination, only nine had been selected while the rest rejected without any second thoughts for the preparation they had made the entire year.
Her name being the last one to be called as well as that she was the only female in the crowd, people didn't stop to glare or look at her in resentment. She felt too small as if if she didn't leave the place she would be questioned and pounced for getting through and taking their possible position for the next exam.
"Congratulations," she heard one of the people come to wish her on her passing result. The man wore round glasses, his hair shabby and his clothes dull, "I am Jamien. One of the passed candidates," he introduced himself.