Well fuck that fucking shit! Just when you think things in Fillory can't get any more fucking fucked they do! I've been tricked into marrying a fucking teenager! The dickhole murdered his older brother, the prince I was supposed to marry and because of fucked up customs I had to marry the spare instead. And then to make matters worse, I find a letter from Quentin telling me that him and Eliot were sent to the past and were now dead and it was up to me to get a key the time key or whatever the fuck key it is to prevent them from dying. How did I get the key, you ask? I had to dig up a fucking corpse! At least it gave me an excuse to get away from my boy husband. God, I hope something eats him.