A/N: A continuation of the last drabble!
Drabble 20: Explain
"What is that?" Arthur asked in disbelief, still looking at the bruises on his frie–ahem, servant's neck.
"It's a bruise," Merlin stated.
"No, it's not. It's a lot of bruises."
"Yeah, well…" Merlin put his neckerchief back on.
"Where did you get them?" Arthur demanded. Surely he wasn't responsible… he was never really rough with Merlin. He pushed him around every now and then – the man needed a shove sometimes – but he couldn't have caused that.
Then again, Merlin probably bruised like a summer peach…
So all Arthur could do was stand in silence and wait for the answer.