Dolan paid for the slave, and turned around, heading for the awaiting carriage. ''Very well, slave. It appears you are my wife's choice. You shall be belonging to my daughter, Cassady. You are a gift to her, and we expect you to behave.'' He said all this while walking away, his arm still looped with his wife's, expecting the slave to follow without complaint. Afterall, what could he possibly do? If he ran, he would be shot. It was as simple as that.

Stepping up next to the horsedrawn carriage, he turned to the slave. Now... how to get him back to their house, without having to remain in too close quarters with him, remained the question. Sighing, he shook his head, before walking to the back of the carriage, where there was a small ledge he could possibly stand on- though only just- and fastening the chain from the slaves neck to a ring designed for horses.

Smiling smugly at his handiwork, he got into the carriage and helped his wife in, before the carriage started up and they began their journey home.

[[GNAHGNAHGNAH. I thought I replied to this.>.<]]

After trundling along for quite some time, the Dylans couple finally reached their home, and Dolan stepped out of the carriage to help his wife out. Taking her hand gently in his, he helped her down the steps, before walking slowly to the back of the carriage. Removing the chain from the ring, he pulled it sharply, muttering loudly at the same time. ''Come along, you filth.''

Anna walked along behind him as he headed to the house, dragging the slave with him. Oh, this would be lovely! She couldn't wait to see her daughters face when they got home. Cassady had been told that she was going to get a present soon, but not what a brilliant one it was.

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[[I shall do Cassady in first person. :U]]

After my riding session with people who had such perfect manners, and such false smiles that it sickened me, I led my horse into the stables, throwing a blanket over him as it was getting rather cold.

This done, I headed into my home, saying hello to the maids as I went, and smiling to the young servant boy. Reaching my bedroom, I sighed, before heading over to the four poster bed, sitting down on the edge of it, and pullling out a book. Yes, I know it's wrong for me to read. Women aren't allowed to read. I'm not even supposed to know how. And yet, I learned, some off a particularly well-educated servant we had once, and the rest was self taught.

 Opening it on the page of philosophy, I came to a particular paragraph, describing how all men were equal in the eyes of God. Apparantly, it was a rather revolutionary book, and by a man who was quite... unorthodox. However, I enjoyed it greatly, if not for the fact it was about God, then because it was interesting and true. I believed we should all be equal. However, that could never be. Not in this imperfect world of ours.

In some ways, the accusations of me being a witch are very true. I am certainly not the devout Christian I pretend to be. No, I don't believe any one man could be that powerful. Rather, I don't believe anything, really. I remember one of the monks that came to my home once said something about people who are none-believers. What was it? Oh, that was it. I'm a Pagan, apparantly. At least, I know I am. No one else does.

[[Of course I forgive ya. How could I not forgive mah CHeese? xD]]

I heard the door opening downstairs, and quickly closed the book, slipping it under the bed with a rush. I couldn't risk being discovered with it. Standing up and breathing deeply, I was about to fix my dress when I realised I wasn't wearing one. I was wearing my riding breeches, and my father always hated seeing me in them.
Deciding it would be best to get changed, I quickly changed into a light taffetta dress with a peachy sash, and glanced down at my feet. My slippers had gone missing on me, and no way was I going downstairs bare-footed. Grinning, I pulled on my riding boots and let the hem of my dress fall over them. No one would notice, surely?
Walking quickly down the stairs, I saw my father in the main hallway, waiting just in front of the door. That wasn't the part I minded; the thing I minded was that my mother was grinning like a cheshire cat, and my father held a chain that lead to a negroe. [not to be offensive to anyone, trying to get the language more or less right. Negroe was considered the polite term for a coloured person back then]
''Uhm... Father, who is this?'' I asked, giving the slightest dip of my head to the negroe. I hoped my father wouldn't notice me being polite to him, and it appeared he didn't, for he answered me with pride evident in his voice.
''This? Why, this is your present, darling.'' My mother smiled warmly at me.
''Yes, we thought you'd just love it.'' She said, and I felt my stomach churn a little. She referred to that man as an 'it'?
''Mother, you know I don't need any servants...'' I started, but I didn't know how this man could be worse off with me than as a slave to a cruel master.
''This isn't a servant. It's a slave.'' She pouted, and my father took that as a sign to snap at me.
''Be grateful for once, won't you?''

''No problem.'' I replied, standing in front of him. ''Would you like to go outside and eat? I don't mean to be rude, but if someone sees you in the house and eating...'' I trailed off momentarily, before shaking the thoughts out of my head.
''Besides, there's a bench round the back of the house, so you can sit down while you eat. There's a garden there, and it's a little overgrown, but that only means less people go there.'' I smiled warmly at him before holding out the plate for him.
''You can eat on the way too if you like. I hope you like roast beef.'' I laughed, waiting to hear what his response would be.

[[Lawls. We'll pretend 'tis. xD]]

[[WHOOT! 'Cept... I have to bed in half an hour. >.< -school tomorrow-]]

I smiled reassuringly, but my heart fluttered as his fingers brushed mine, and I didn't know why. Still, it wasn't his fault my heart was acting weird today. ''Alright, then, let's go!'' Walking past him with the smile still on his face, I motioned with my hand for him to follow, before pushing open the large door and stepping outside.
The sun was warm upon my face, and I closed my eyes as I breathed in the mid-day air. There was a little bit of a cool breeze, not too much, not too little. Perfect.
Wandering along the front of the house until I reached the corner, I went around it and glanced back to see if the man was still following. I knew he could still run away, but hoped he wouldn't. A sudden thought sparked in my mind, as I realised I didn't know his name, and I didn't think he knew mine, either.

[[LAWLS. Our time zone changed like. Last week. xD And it's twenty to elleven here, so I'll be going bed soon. Vera soon. -is finishing last few paragraphs of a history essay-]]

I slowed down to give the man a chance to catch up. He seemed to be a bit more subdued than before, if that were even possible. I decided I should probably make some conversation, and that now would be a good idea to ask him his name, but suddenly I'd lost my voice.
Swallowing hard, I thought I might have gotten it back, so smiled warmly at him. ''I'm Cassady, by the way. Friends call me Cass.'' I paused for a moment, wondering if he'd want to tell me his name or not. I couldn't think of any reason why he wouldn't, so asked anyway. ''What's your name?''
I had heard excuses given by my parents as to why they either didn't learn a slave's name or gave them a new one all the time; sometimes it was that the name was offensive to noblemen if they shared a name, sometimes it was unpronouncable, and sometimes it was in a different language altogether, so you didn't know what you were saying at all.