He may not have known why the fuck she was talking about a golem, but there was enough context in the rest of what she said that the pieces started falling into place. And still, Eliot needed a second to confirm that he was really hearing what he thought he was hearing. One hand rested gently on Margo's arm, and he looked down at her with wide, focused eyes.

"Throne," he echoed. "Fillorian throne. As in, you're royalty?"

As in, they'd made it to Fillory?