Cori Lannam

"But I liked the old crown, Merlin," Arthur grumped as Merlin set the newly forged diadem on his head.

"We all did, sire," Merlin soothed, adjusting the new crown to sit comfortably. "But accidents do happen."

"I still don't understand how that wildren even got into the treasury, let alone how it ate just my crown before vanishing in a puff of smoke."

"Gaius says there is still a great deal about the wildren we don't understand. But they certainly have excellent taste."

"I suppose," Arthur conceded and wondered why Merlin was trying to muffle a snort into the collar of his jacket.