Time wore on, and the Morgain castle finally rose out of the white, a black fortress standing hard against a whole range buried in snow. Against all that pale nothing there was no mistaking it. You could not have lost the place if you tried.
Alfred ducked out from the helm. "We land soon. Don't go hanging over the rail, either of you. I'd rather not scrape someone off a mountain on the way down."
Trafalgar glanced back at him, a smirk tugging at his mouth. "Worried about me? I knew it. You do care."
"As if you'd throw yourself over." Alfred snorted. "And if you did, nobody would come looking."
Trafalgar laughed at that, and Alfred laughed with him, though he turned his face into the wind to do it, hiding it the way he hid most things worth seeing. Which was almost endearing, given how little ever slipped past Trafalgar's eyes or ears.
