A deep sigh escaped Margo’s lips. “Please don’t go turning into Henry the Sixth on me here, El.” Using her hand, she gestured back and forth between the two of them. “We are royalty. Remember? High king and queen of Fillory?”

She frowned a little. Was this another curse? Regardless, Margo was already worried sick about her best friend. If he didn’t remember such important details then something was clearly up. “Tell me you remember.” Her voice was suddenly a little smaller. She was scared for him, for all of them. Who could have anticipated that ruling a kingdom would be so hard? It seemed like there was always some new threat. Now insanity? This was just stupid. Margo frowned slightly as she looked at Eliot. She was genuinely concerned for him.