The afternoon sun hung over the head of the giant castle, the crisp wind carrying the scent of blooming flowers.
The castle was silent except for the sound of a small boy's feet pattering against the floor.
His black hair flew around wildly as he sprinted down the corridor.
His cheeks were flushed with excitement while his obsidian eyes sparkled with childlike innocence.
"Woah!?"
As he rounded a corner, he nearly collided with a maid carrying a basket.
"Careful, young master," she said with a smile, stepping aside just in time.
"Sorry, Milda!" Oliver apologized, not slowing down for a moment.
Finally, he burst through the grand double doors that led to the castle's sprawling garden.
"Mama!!"
Scanning around, he exclaimed as his gaze landed on a lady sitting on a bench under the shade of a blossoming cherry tree.
