Snippet #2118554

It had not occurred to Nicholas to run through the rain toward the palace. For as long as he had been a merchant on the road, rain had been an enemy of his causing shipments to be late or business to slow. The last time had actually raced someone in the rain was with his mother when he was no older than six-years of age, the year to follow this would be his mother’s death from small pox. Deciding not to dwell on his past, Nicholas glanced back down at the princess and gave her a large smile. “Of course I’ve raced in the rain, who hasn’t…” he chuckled lightly before glancing up at dark sky with lightening slithering across the clouds. “On your mark… get set…” and he was off before even saying go. It was unfair, but honestly the man didn’t like the rain, only when he listened to it. Soon he was halfway across the courtyard, soaked to the bone.