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.
Who is it?- Part 1
Leonard had been talking to one of the Duke of Woville who had traveled down all the way down to meet him as he wanted some information of a case that he had closed a few months ago. He had been talking when from the corner of his eyes he saw Vivian dancing with Jerome Wells at the dance floor. He hadn't given much mind to it but the irritation of another man's hand on his wife didn't exactly sit well with him. When the song had come to an end, another man had gone to his wife right away before she could leave the floor. It was one of the councilmen named, Lancelot Knight whom he had only exchanged greetings but had never worked with him closely.
He would once in a while nod his head, giving his ear to the man next to him while his eyes were angled a few degrees away from the man's face where he could see Vivian.