Can theoretical knowledge aid a historian to outmaneuver political enemies, reshape the kingdom and fight for a future he is never meant to live?

Vince was a promising research assistant, but everything changed when he tried to gain field expertise and drowned in a giant desert, only to be reborn into the body of a newly crowned king… except he had a few troubles to deal with.

The kingdom is broken. The people are desperate. Sharks lurked round the throne, their nose full of the smell of blood. They all want a piece from this prize – a prize that fell right into the lap of Vince, who has nothing but a flood of knowledge about a history that doesn't belong to this world.

And yet this might just be the thing he needed. Wicked propaganda? Political schemes? A keen sense for detail?

He had every tool in his hand to make this kingdom his own.