Royal Council: With the Beast dead, there's a power vacuum in Fillory.
Margo: Power vacuum? Hello! High King and Queen right here.
Royal Council: We, of course, recognize your rule, but others--
Fen: Everyone assumes you'll be dead soon or you'll run away or vanish or go mad.
Royal Council: There are stirrings of rebellion in the southern orchard. The outer islands refusal to pay the crown's taxes.
Margo: You know who loves paying taxes? People with broken legs.