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.
Love rival- Part 4
Leonard walked down the stairs, making his way to his study room he opened the door to find his uncle sitting with his back facing him.
Sullivan was his father's younger brother. A man who looked no less than thirty in a human's eyes while he was triple the age of what he seemed to appear to be. Compared to Leonard's blonde hair which was smooth and clean that had a warm colour to it, Sullivan Carmichael had much more of dirty blonde hair which was mostly combed behind with a few strands of hair that came to fall on either side of the head.
"I see you have company," his uncle commented without turning behind as his eyes were fixated on the parchment that he had picked out of boredom.
"Good afternoon, uncle Sullivan. Yes, the lady fell asleep and I thought it would be better to let her rest," his reply being truthful to which his uncle smiled.