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.
Vivian clapped her hands in response when the play came to an end. Staring at the man who had played the lead in the play who bowed at the audience thrice before disappearing behind the red curtain which was drawn to her disappointment. She didn't find him to be attractive as a person but he had fascinated every woman in the room with his performance to Leonard's dismay.
Not long ago he had declared her to be his and here she was looking at the man with interest that slowly boiled the blood that flowed beneath his skin pale skin.
"It was so beautiful," said Vivian, getting up from her seat. Stretching her legs that had begun to feel numb, she saw the men who had been playing music disperse from the sides, leaving the front of the stage completely empty as the audience began to move out, "I knew there was something about the piper from the very beginning. I don't think anyone would have guessed for him to have killed his sister," she gushed as they made their way out of the box.