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 2
Somewhere it was twisted on how some of the pureblooded vampire children were the devil in disguise since they were little. Like how Eleanor, Leonard's second cousin had ill intentions on hurting Vivian when she had been jealous to the point she had used her brother that had costed a fang, the same way Leonard was no less when it came to dealing with things.
Leonard was a quiet person who held in emotions except for the rare temper that came out when he was angered. Being disciple to the Lord of Bonelake, he held similar characteristics when it came to the art of manipulation but the only difference was that Leonard didn't use it extensively as Lord Nicholas did.
"What are you doing here?" little Leo asked the girl to come and stand next to her where she had crouched on the ground with her head slumped between her knees. He had been walking to one of the spare room to visit his tutor who had come to teach him about the council when he had found her in the garden.