Ophelia had been awake, long before the sun had risen. She was preparing for a world meeting, something that she didn't bother to attend, though her mood has lightened somewhat.

The queen was fixing the collar of her jacket, making herself seem presentable. It was odd to see a woman wearing something other than a dress, and often times it was considered to be barbaric, but at least the girl was clothed. After the girl considered herself to be well dressed, she turned around and began walking out of her room. "Prepare the caravan." She yelled at a handmaid that stood outside, waiting for her. The handmaid quickly nodded and shuffled off, notifying the other servants that the queen was now leaving the kingdom. While the girl would be gone, she would put her trust into her First Lieutenant.

"The Queen is leaving!" The voice of the servant echoed throughout the kingdom which has barely woken up. This caused several disruptions, forcing people to open their windows and watch as the queen entered her caravan and headed down the cobblestone path, thus beginning her journey to the meeting place of the kingdoms.