The boy with black hair

At first glance I thought I was hallucinating, in front of me was a boy who appeared no older then 10, just exploring the hall ways. His hair was jet black and his face pale like the snow outside. He didn't appear anxious at the fact that he had just broken into a castle , in fact he seemed quite at home. Touching and fiddling with all the decorations on the wall.

I watched him for a while both in shock at the presence of someone new and in curiosity. It had gone on for some time till he turned around.

His eyes were hazel like trunk of apple trees and his lips were tiny and pink. Although the features of his face were still undefined ,I couldn't help by stare at his beauty. Then he smiled.