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.
Playing house- Part 1
The Carmichael's carriage traveled from the land of rain to the land of sun, from East to West, heading towards Valeria where both Vivian and Leonard were going to attend the Winter's ball. After the long journey, the carriage stopped in front of a decently large house which belonged to Maximilian Gibbs who was a dear friend of Leonard.
Vivian walked through the doors of the house, finding it rather warm and cozy as it didn't leave much room to be empty. With well-furnished furniture and a few decorative items, it felt enough to be called home. Unlike the mansion she had come to be used to, there was only one maid a woman in her prime forties who was a human, looking after the Gibbs' house.
"You don't have to exert yourself, Mrs Clark," Vivian could hear Leonard speak to the maid who had offered to take the luggage, "My coachman will take our suitcases to the rooms."