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.
My wife- Part 3
Martha walked towards the double main doors where Paul was waiting outside. Hearing what Martha had to say, Paul frowned slightly and nodding his head at the elderly woman's decision. The vase had barely finished a month in the mansion and it was broken. Taking a peek at the broken vases, his eyes widened at the many pieces that laid on the white floor. His gaze moved to find the two children who stood there with Vivian who had her head down while Leonard spoke to her as if he were consoling her. As if feeling his gaze, Leonard turned his eyes to look at Paul, and though he was a young boy, his dark red eyes which spoke about his lineage the servant felt as if he were being judged.
The young master stared at Paul wanting him away so that he could keep the girl here, "Don't worry, Bambi," he consoled her after seeing tears in her eyes as she had made Martha angry, "I will speak to Martha," having his goal achieved, his heart felt as if it had settled down.