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.
Ghost- Part 2
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They had gotten to be bed late but Vivian had woken up early, stepping into the kitchen before Mrs Clark had the opportunity to return back from an errand to stop her as she wasn't anybody but the wife of a Duke, Vivian started whisking the eggs she had broken in the container. By the time Mrs Clark had returned back home, Vivian was done preparing breakfast while also preparing tea such that the entire kitchen and the rooms around it smelt of mouthwatering food.
"You didn't have to do it, Lady Vivian. I am here to look after the meals, cleaning with other things so that your stay is comfortable here," Mrs Clark gave her a troubled look.
Vivian waved her hands, "Please don't tell it like that. I am happy to be cooking. I won't get to do it once we get back home," the housemaid continued to frown, "I am hoping you haven't eaten anything yet. I made breakfast and tea for you too," the housemaid gave her a deep bow.