"Invite Marcus for me, Rosalia." Max leaned close to her ear and whispered, his breath brushing softly against her skin. He had already chosen the leader he could trust for the Ice Dragon Clan.
His eyes then moved to Agnia. "Do you have anybody in mind that you'd trust to be a great and wise leader?"
Agnia did not answer. Her eyes had drifted somewhere else, her fingers absently brushing the edge of the table as if her mind was still trapped in the words he had said earlier.
"Agnia," Max said louder.
Only then did she snap back, her shoulders twitching slightly.
"What?" She looked around. Freya and Gertrud wore frustrated expressions, while Max smiled warmly at her, almost as if he knew exactly where her thoughts had gone.
"I asked if you have anybody you'd like me to appoint as a House Head for your dragon clan. I need to meet them."
The chair under Agnia scraped against the ground suddenly. She stood up, her hands pressing against the table as her expression grew serious.
