Summary: Or rather what came after...
Chapter 22: Arthur and Gwen's wedding
Elyan had a pained look on his face. "Why can't the actual guards guard the doors to the king's chambers like they do every day?"
Lancelot had never stood as straight and stiff in his life before. "Because the guards have been working night and day to ensure the royal wedding proceeded without any incident. They deserve a good night's rest."
"There are some things a brother cannot be expected to do even if his king commands him," Elyan grimaced. "I'm leaving."
"Why are you leaving your post, Sir Elyan?" Leon asked, rounding the corner.
"I have to go do a Gwaine if you'll excuse me."
"What, are you going to drink yourself to oblivion?" Leon joked.
Elyan looked him dead in the eyes. "Exactly." And he wandered off.
What was that about?
He kept walking when he saw Lancelot, who was looking distinctly green like he was about to be sick. Leon didn't even bother asking and just pointed in the direction Elyan had gone.
On the other side of the heavy oak doors Gwen giggled, and then she and Arthur high-fived.
A/N: It was a prank that Gwen and Arthur played on Elyan and Lancelot. Rating is and will hopefully stay K+