Chapter Ten
Casia felt the fresh warm wind on her face. The garden was lush, flowers blooming haphazardly. She was fond of this wild place and refused to let a soul tamper with her prized savagery. She made the gardener swear he would not disturb even the weeds. Though he was a very unhappy gardener, the lady of the castle was a very happy woman.
Spying her slave, Jessamyn, she watched the girl finger the petals of a wild rose, her gentle movements were a feast for her eyes. How this savage flower bloomed well as a slave, her hair a vibrant array of curls, and her breasts had grown slightly larger in her time in the castle, her thighs and ass more robust and womanly. She was shedding her youthful innocence in favor of a maturity she bore well. The barefoot one was now as shameless as a s
