It had been a long day since the declaration of a new kingdom. Max had quickly realized that taking a throne was far easier than ruling from it. The people's unrest, the repeated rebel attempts despite his threats, and the flood of new faces he had to learn in such a short time had left his temples throbbing.
The only thing that truly stirred his interest was the regional map Agnia had prepared for him. For the first time since arriving in this world, he could finally study the lands surrounding him.
His fingers traced the cracked leather surface of the worn map. The Fire Dragon Kingdom occupied the far west, its borders drawn around a wide chain of volcanoes and scorched highlands. East of those burning lands, beyond mountain belts and broken passes, lay the hidden territories where the Ice Dragon Clan had once survived in secrecy.
