Gwen likes to leave Arthur with bites, scratches and bruises after sex; Arthur has to explain his "injuries" to someone like Elyan

"Where'd you get those scratches, my lord? They look pretty deep." Sir Elyan peers at the back of King Arthur's neck just as he is about to sit beside him by the fire.

"Hmm?" Arthur tries to act casual, lifting his hand to feel the three marks at the spot where his neck meets his shoulder.

"Oh… oh God… oh Arthur…"

"Those scratches. You almost look like you were attacked by an animal," he says leaning over and looking closer.

Across the fire, Gwaine chokes on the water he is drinking. Arthur glares at him. Gwaine winks in reply.

"Oh, no, it was… just an accident," Arthur says, waving his hand dismissively.

"Are you sure about that? That's a pretty difficult spot to accidentally scratch… three times…"

"Elyan," Gwaine says casually, "you might want to let it go, mate."

"What?" He glances at Arthur, who is studying the fire, appearing to be almost stubbornly lost in thought.

"Oh… ohhhhh… oh, mmm…" her teeth sink into his shoulder as she climaxes, straddling him like he is her prized stallion.

"Wait…" light begins to dawn, but it quickly becomes clear that Sir Elyan of Camelot does not want those particular images of his king and queen (who is also his sister) to be illuminated. "Um, yes. An accident, surely," he declares and quickly takes a bite of his stew.

"Well, I know my already-high opinion of the queen has definitely gone up a notch," Gwaine mutters.

"Shut it, Gwaine," Percival warns quietly.

"What? All I'm saying is that Arthur is a lucky man… Ow!" Gwaine yelps as what appears to be a raw potato connects with his forehead.

"I did warn you," Percival chuckles, resuming his dinner.

"Oi! Where'd you get that potato?" Gwaine demands, looking at Arthur, bewildered. Arthur simply glances in Elyan's direction. Elyan, who happens to be sitting beside Merlin's pack of meal supplies.

"Just an accident," Elyan shrugs.