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Alludes to season four's "The Darkest Hour, Part II"
Arthur was not pleased. He paced up and down as he waited for Gwaine to treat his three bee stings with the St. John's Wort Elyan had found on the roadside. Gwaine spit out the leaves he had been chewing and put them on the stingers, "Pacing will only tire you out for the rest of today," he commented from his spot on the ground.
Arthur bit back an angry retort and spun around to face the knight, "We're wasting valuable time because you were foolish enough to stick your hand in a bees' nest when we have bread in our saddlebags."
"What's bread without a little honey?" Gwaine asked with a smirk. He saw Arthur clench his jaw and decided to change tactics, "I think we've given the horses enough rest to ride them again. Surely that should make up for the time I wasted."
"He has a point, Sire," Leon responded carefully, "we didn't lose as much time as you think."
Arthur sighed and nodded, "If Gwaine's finished tending to his hand we'll leave on horseback." He took a step towards Gwaine and muttered, "Knights of Camelot should act better than what you've displayed today and previous days before this."
"If you think I act poorly, why did you knight me anyway?"
"Because you're a damn good swordsman, that's why." Arthur walked to his horse briskly, not wanting to see Gwaine's smug expression that he knew was there.
So the Princess finally admits to it, Gwaine thought to himself with a grin. He shook off the leaf paste on his hand and flexed it experimentally. A twinge of pain was still there, but it was bearable. He was a Knight of Camelot and a damn good swordsman to boot: pain like this could only make him stronger. He quickly mounted his horse and took off with the rest of the knights. "So," he raised his voice to be heard over the wind and hooves, "back to the story I was telling earlier- you'd never guess what she did next-"
The rest of the knights collectively groaned and Gwaine laughed.
"That's exactly what she did! She groaned at me after I winked at her! Who does that?" He asked incredulously. He paused to see if any of the knights had an answer. "And then, well, I found out later that she was actually married and her husband was this great brute nearly as tall as the tavern itself! We brawled until he threw me out the window- I don't think he wasn't pleased that I winked to his wife."
"Clearly," said Percival, breaking his silence. "What gave you that impression?"