(sorry if this post seems brief, I'm at school, so it can't bee all that long.)
Caitlyn had disappeared inside for a few minutes to excuse herself from the ball. Rafael had been somewhat sympathedic and wished her well in 'taming' her newest slave.
In all honesty, she liked the stubborness which was at least equal to her own, though she still had to keep the soldier from getting himself killed. But she hadn't saved him for just the reason of argueing with him everytime she gave him something to do. After she had sold off most of her father's slaves because she hadn't like the way most of them acted towards her personal assistant and every female slave her father had ever bought, her slave staff had been reduced to three and half. One of which, Kayia, was getting very old, and Warner, who was only 10 years old, turning 11 in a few months.
Zeke, being the only male slave she owned, was doing most of the harder work on his own, and he wasn't afraid of hiding his annoyance at her for asking him to do jobs which took more than one man. Th estate grounds were, most of the time well tended, thanks to Caitlyn's boredom, but there were some tasks which she wasn't able to do, no thanks to how short she was, and she was glad to get a slave with a little more spirit than what she had been seeing for the last few days at auctions and general sales.
So with Avia trailing behind her, she found her way back to her newest slave and looked down at him. "So, General, are you over it, or do you want an armed escort back to my estates? I can easily arrage that if you wish."





