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.
The building of the councillors stood tall and proud amidst the forest where it was built in isolation. The white walls along with the pillars were wide, made of marble that looked no less to a human child's imagination to be called as heaven which in reality was a place where orders were passed down.
The Council was situated close to Mythweald, Valeria and Bonelake, the closest being Bonelake which shared its weather of rain and dark clouds like today. Though not a drop of water had been spilt on the ground, the sky had turned grey at the time of noon to darken the atmosphere.
In one of the corridors stood Lord Nicholas talking to one of the councilmen with Leonard who stood next to him.
"Rueben has been informed on the matter which only pressurizes us to bring the person who has been behind the attacks," the councilmen explained after the court council had been adjourned, "The rule already states-"