Alex handed his horse to a waiting hostler, face drawn. Shivering, he hurried to his chambers, his clothes soaked with melted snow, and pulled on something warm and dry before sitting down on the bed and hiding his face in his hands.
What did I do? he thought desperately, recalling the incident that had occured right before he'd gone on border duty. It had been more than a week since that odd duel he'd had with Alan - and he'd broken his friend's collarbone...
Am I losing my mind? he asked himself, getting up and looking outside. Alex hadn't let himself think about the incident for the entire border patrol, but now that he was back... I would never harm Alan...and it's all so fuzzy now...
With a sigh, he poured himself some brandy and drank the entire tumbler down, enjoying the warmth which immediately spread through his body. He was pouring a second when the door swung open, admitting his old master, dressed elegantly as usual, his blue eyes glittering.
You're back.
Alex nodded as he drank down the second cup. Wiping his chin, he set the cup aside and approached Roger, closing the door and carefully locking it. I need to talk to you.
Roger crossed his arms, an eyebrow raised. No I missed you, beloved'? A smile appeared on his face when Alex shook his head impatiently. Talk. I'm all ears.
Alex rested his eyes on the floor. Something happened...on the day I left for patrol. He swallowed. All I can remember is that I was having a practice duel with Alan - and then suddenly... He flicked his eyes to Roger. Suddenly I had broken his collarbone. I would have killed him if Sir Myles hadn't intervened - but why would I want to kill Alan? He's my friend! He took a raspy breath and ran a hand through his hair. I think I'm losing my mind.

The younger man looked up at the Duke, who approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Listen to me, he continued. His voice sounded odd. It was a mere accident. The both of you got carried away. An accident, nothing more. Nothing less. Roger tilted his head to the side, eyes intent on Alex's face.
Slowly, Alex nodded. Then he gave a secretive little smile. I missed you, Master, he informed Roger in his quiet voice, plucking the hand off his shoulder and bringing it to his lips, where he kissed it softly. Did you miss me?
Roger chuckled. What do you think, my old squire? he replied, twining an arm around Alex's narrow waist so he could pull the younger man close.
Alex volunteered. His dark eyes searched Roger's face, lighting up when the Duke nodded. I'd hoped so, he whispered, kissing Roger gently.
With a laugh, Roger returned the kiss.