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.
Written papers- Part 1
"Raped?" she whispered, as the wind picked its pace ruffling both their hair. Some strands of her hair stuck to her face.
"It is a secret in the public but not in the family. Wilhelhum was Nicholas' mother, Louise's paternal uncle. To hush the matter, her parents arranged for a wedding to take place but she ran away, pregnant with Nicholas," as Leonard explained, Vivian had already begun to formulate her theory of what she had seen today.
If her calculation was right, Nicholas would have lived with his mother after his mother had run away from her home. She doubted they had come back to the Rune mansion and maybe the blood she had seen with shredded pieces of flesh, it could be of his mother as he cried in the corner. It was hard for her to digest that a young boy was subjected to such great lengths of pain. Humans always cried, cried for the fact that vampires were much more superior while they were at the disadvantage when in truth it was the other way around.