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.
Pool of blood- Part 2
As Jerome dropped Vivian back to the Carmichael mansion, he stood outside talking to her about the ball, "It was never there before, they brought in the tradition to celebrate the night creatures living using the sign of music combined with the midnight when the second Lord was appointed as the Lord of Bonelake. It was how the Winter's ball came into existence, spreading it across the three lands."
"Three? There are four lands of the empire," Vivian questioned.
"Mythweald never has or I doubt ever will celebrate what the vampires take joy in. The land there hates the existence of the vampires, especially the pureblooded vampires. They believe that we are the abomination and who will be responsible for causing plague and death. You must already know about it after your visit to the South," his eyes softened looking at her expression change one for loss.