Chapter Two-The Armoury.

The Armoury was not a sturdy structure, its name made it sound a lot grander than it was. In fact, the armoury was, in essence, a shed. With thin walls.

Knight training had been interrupted by Gwen bringing some cool beverages for the knights, it was a hot day in Camelot and the knights were all thirsty.

Arthur had wanted to discuss something with Gwen and instructed the knights to continue without him.

About thirty minutes later, Percival and Gwaine were sparring and Percival was winning, Gwaine was just about to lose when he thought of an idea and somehow managed to send Percival's sword flying until it landed mere centimetres from the Armoury, Percival went to retrieve it and then stopped. His expression changed to one of surprise and he stifled a laugh.

"What is it?" Gwaine asked

Percival gestured for him to come over and the rest of the round table knights followed.

Gwaine looked shocked when he heard it

"Oh, Arthur, yes, oh!"

thump...thump...thump

"Oh Guinevere, mm..."

He nearly laughed "Are they...?"

Percival nodded.

Elyan looked sick as the rest of the knights stifled chuckles.

"Oh Arthur, I'm going to-oh yes! Faster!"

thumpthumpthumpthump

"Uh, Guinevere!"

"They sound like they're having a good time!"

"Come on, lets get back to practice." Elyan suggested, no-one wants to hear their sister being thoroughly shagged by the King.

"OOH! Yes, Arthur, Arthur!"

thumpthumpthump

"Guinevere, oh lord, Guinevere!"

"Oh Arthur!"

Gwaine mouthed "Holy Shit!" to Percival as they walked back to the main practice fields.

Ten Minutes later they both emerged and the Knights pretended not to notice anything. Once Gwen was back at the castle, Gwaine commented "Have fun, Sire?" and the rest of the knights laughed, whilst Elyan paled.

"You okay, Elyan?" Arthur asked

"Some things cannot be unheard, Sire." Was Elyan's response.