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.
To be Slave- Part 3
Vivian couldn't stop gawking at the clothes in this particular store. Every one of the clothes was made up of expensive fabric and mostly silk that felt soft on the skin. Having heard about the dressmaker before, she avoided touching any of the clothes and kept her hand to herself. The white was indeed something that suited Leonard. Though she would have gone with red too, remembering what Eleanor had said about her matching outfits with Leo, she decided to pick the white silk shirt for him which was what Nicholas had suggested.
Lord Nicholas himself took his time in running his hands across the clothes, making the workers in there work doubt the time as he shifted from one shirt to another unless it was something that caught his eye. Every once in a while the female workers would eye both the men making Vivian think that if they were to ask them for blood the women would happily bring their neck forward as an offer to take.