Castle: A Fictional Narrative

It's early in the morning. Then sun has not fully risen yet, and the wafts of mist are slowly fading away. The air is chill and a thin layer of rime covers the grass. Most of the city is still asleep, silent. The streets are empty, doors and windows closed.
Castiel's breath leaves clouds of haste in the air. He sits on the frame of his window, his eyes looking straight at the castle. Today he will visit it for the first time. His father has promised to take Castiel with him. He will see the guards, the knights, have a quick glance at the throne room, and be able to access the tremendous library. He will walk through the huge gate of the castle like an important person, he will feel like a nobleman, a knight, like a prince.
It is not astonishing