Something changed after that. Our relationship became … warmer. He wasn’t just using me in bed, he showed me concern. He always took time to give me pleasure and sex with him stopped being painful and became something I was waiting for. I liked his touch, I even liked it when he was being rough with me. After two weeks he knew how to make a mess out of me. I was still trying to grasp him. But it was nice. 

The merchants started to use the bridge again and along with them some news poured. I learned that the kingdom of Moreta was incorporating Deremoth. They were doing it with force. People were escaping from Deremoth if they could. That made me sad but there was nothing I could do about it. Yet I felt guilty. I made a promise and I knew I had to keep it somehow. The prince of Moreta must die. Right now I was no different from any of the citizens of Deremoth. No, my situation might be even worse, as I've been reduced to a slave. I hoped that the Lord started to perceive me as something more than that. Maybe when some time passes I will be able to ask for freedom? I decided to work for it. I will gain Lord’s favors and then who knows? I might be able to fulfill my promise about the fucking prince.

The Lord bought some new books for me and ordered the merchants to bring me the latest editions of the most popular ones. My time here was filled with reading, practicing archery, strolling around the castle and playing music. Lorcan liked listening to me playing for him. So in the evening I played a piece or two for the two of us. It became our habit. 

“In three days I will become an adult according to the law of Deremoth.” I told Lorcan while we were cuddling in his bed.

“Is it that moment your hair is being cut?” He inquired.

“Yes, it’s my birthday too.” 

“Good, we will celebrate it.” His hand was tracing the side of my body.

“Your skin is so soft and smooth.” He murmured into my ear. I liked his low voice; it was so sexy. 

“What a nice reaction.” He touched mine and I was already hard. “What did you react to, my voice or my touch?”

“Both.” I admitted.

“So sensitive.” He started to nibble at my neck and my earlobe while he was touching and playing with my nipples. I was breathing hard, I felt the pleasure he was giving me and the tension gathering right between my legs. I wanted him to touch me there so desperately that I reached for my dick. Lorcan stopped me.

“Tsk, tsk. You aren’t allowed to do that. Ask for permission first.” He said and bit my earlobe and kept pinching and twisting my nipples. I could barely hold it in, it felt so good.

“Please.” I begged. I felt something hard rubbing against my butt. I sticked my ass out, I wanted him to fuck me. 

“So willing for my cook?”

“Yes, please.”

“Please, what?” His breath was so hot against my neck. 

“Fuck me.” There, I said it. He slid right inside me and I came. Just from that. 

Three days later Lorcan ordered a festive dinner for me. We were sitting together in the dining room and I was served my favorite food.

“So, explain to me please what the coming of age ceremony looks like?” He asked me when we finished our meals.

“We have a festive meal and after that the eldest male member of the family cuts the hair of the boy, who then turns into an adult. After that he is given a blessing by the priest and spends a night on prayers and self reflection. He is not allowed to sleep that night.”  

“The priest is a problem. On the other side of the castle there is a chapel, we may go there tomorrow but the priest comes there once a month.” 

“It’s fine.” I smiled. I couldn't imagine myself with short hair. I never had one, but it will be so much less burdensome.

We finished the meal and I was taken to the Lord’s room. On the table there were scissors. My hair was braided and I slowly let it loose. They were reaching almost to my tights.  Lorcan touched it.

“It’s pretty.” Then he took the scissors, sighted and cut my hair, just above my waist. 

“My Lord, I believe ..”

“It’s enough. I want your hair like that. I will cut them so it will be more comfortable for you.” He finished quickly. I turned around and saw quite a pile of hair on the floor. 

“You are not allowed to sleep tonight, right?” Lorcan asked while smiling. There was something in that smile that made me think something was odd. 

The Lord made sure I didn’t sleep that night. We actually had sex a few times and between fucking we were cuddling. I thought that this coming of age ceremony was miles away from what it should be. However I had my hair cut, I didn’t sleep the whole night  and he promised to take me to the chapel in two days time. Strange as it was, it was my coming of age and my birthday. Now I am officially an adult. I felt bad that my family wasn’t here anymore. I closed my eyes and inhaled Lorcan’s scent.

Two days later he really took me on a ride across the bridge. I was wearing warm clothes and a coat with fur. 

The way to the other half of the castle was better this time, I took advantage of Lorcan’s chest and I was cuddling with him. It felt warm and cozy. When I looked up at him he was smiling. The view from the bridge was amazing. I had a lot of questions about its architecture but I wasn’t sure if I should ask them. So I kept quiet and enjoyed the closeness.