AN: We all know this was going to happen. They mightn't have it onscreen but we know who really wears the trousers in that marriage.
So Arthur and Gwen had finally married. Happy days. The once and future king and queen who were going to lead Camelot into a new golden age. They had had some serious ups and downs but were proof that true love did conquer all.
Except…
Nobody really wanted to say it but ever since the wedding Arthur was acting- different. It was hard to pinpoint; it wasn't major changes which would raise the possible question of enchantment (because everyone in Camelot is so talented at realising whenever someone was under a mind-control enchantment) but there wasn't something right with the way Arthur was acting these days and it wasn't long before the king was aware of the whispered rumours being swapped about him behind his back and had summoned his closest friends to try and work out just what was being said about him.
"Well what is being said?" Arthur demanded. The knights and Merlin looked at one another and went into a quick huddle; conferring their response in whispers. Finally they straightened up and Merlin looked at Arthur with a failed attempt to hide his grin.
"Well basically everyone, everyone is pretty certain that well, you're whipped and we have to agree." Merlin explained.
"I'm what?" Arthur yelled and the knights nodded in agreement.
"It's true." Gwaine snickered. "You are whipped!"
"I am the King of Camelot! I am the highest ranking person in this kingdom and I most definitely am not whipped!" Arthur denied; his face turning scarlet. His so-called friend's laughter was not helping his cause. They didn't have to think Arthur was whipped. They knew he was whipped.
"Stop shouting Arthur," Gwen commented, not bothering to look up from the shawl she was embroidering for herself.
"Yes dear," Arthur replied meekly.
"Whtsch!"
"Shut up Merlin!"
