The first boy bounded into the room with the kinetic energy of a released spring.
This was Castor.
Castor was a miniature, slightly more refined replica of his father.
He possessed a messy shock of bright, blazing red hair that refused to be tamed by Academy grooming standards.
His eyes were the warm, soulful amber of his mother, radiating an open, incredibly expressive, practically golden-retriever-esque friendliness.
He was grinning from ear to ear, looking around the massive Nacht estate with unabashed, wide-eyed wonder.
"Whoa!" Castor breathed, completely ignoring the terrifying Archduke of the North to stare at the vaulted ceiling. "This place is huge! It's so dark, though! Do you guys not have windows? I could probably blast a hole in the roof to let some light in if you want!"
"You will not blast holes in my architecture, boy," Kaelus rumbled, shooting the energetic pre-teen a warning glare.
