Inside, the halls were filled with life and the quiet hum of activity as servants went about their tasks. Among them, a bright little boy skipped through the corridors, his eyes alight with a curiosity that matched his radiant energy. His name was Raphael Garcia, and at the age of eight, he was already a sight to behold. His pale skin glowed with health, and his dark eyes sparkled with mischief. His hair, dark and tousled, seemed to match the untamed energy that flowed through him.
As he walked, the maids greeted him with smiles. "Young Master Raphael looks like shining brighter than ever," one of them remarked.
Another maid chuckled, "He's like a little sunbeam, always lighting up the place."
"Thanks," Raphael simply beamed in return, not one for modesty, though his smile was warm. He carried a stack of books clutched tightly in his hands, heading toward his father's study.
