A Memory That's Old, Yet Still Fresh

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Randolf was looking at the dark clouds, it was probably about to rain. He didn't wanted to stay in the garden and see those dark clouds. He went to his room, closed the curtains and told a servant to play music for him to distract him from the cold tone of the wind.
- As you order, your majesty!
He hated rains, he hated rains so, so much. It reminded him of his childhood, it reminded of him the time  his big brother attempted to kill him.
He tried to kick the thoughts out of his brain, but the thoughts came to him like a train, once he let the locomotive in, vagons followed it. It was a rainy day, but he liked rains back then, despite her mother didn't allowed her to go outside cause outside is too cold, he convinced guards to let him play outside on not tell anyone about it. When he was playing outside, he felt nauseous and dizzy, "mom was probably right" he thought and he was about to go back inside the palace when he saw his big brother approaching him. He didn't noticed the knife at first
- I'm sick, can you carry me to the castle? Please?
- Yes, kiddo, i can
All the things happened after that was too traumatic for him, he remembered that day so vividly, even after years it still felt like it happened just a few minutes ago, the memories was still so fresh; the cold knife on his throat, the tears that silently fell from his eyes, the sound of the guard who were running, the sound of his own heartbeat... It was really a close call for him. Later he learned that his brother poisoned his meal that same day and that was why he was feeling sick, someone saw the nearly empty poison bottle. That was why he hated rains, why he didn't wanted to call his little brother "Rain" he knew his father wanted to name his little brother cause it was raining in his coronation; but who cares, his father died and therefore he could call his little brother whatever he wants

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