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.
Unspoken words- Part 2
Running his hands through his thick blonde hair, Leonard got up from the bed and walked out of his bedroom. His feet padded quietly on the marble floor, taking him to the door which was made of darker woods, carved in simple designs from top to bottom.
He opened the door which hadn't been opened and used for several weeks now. He had asked the servants not to step into it. He didn't want anything to be changed in his parent's room. When he was a young boy, he often came here to talk to his parents but after he had moved to the Rune and Rufus' mansion the visit had stopped. The last time he had spent time in his parent's room was when he had found his father's body splayed on the ground next to the bed with a pool of blood surrounding him.
He bent down at the foot of the bed, his hand moving in the air as if his father laid down there. Turning around, he sat with his back against the bed to support himself, stretching one leg long.