The caravan grew warm, and soon the temperature was unbearable. Ophelia could feel the sweat dripping down her forehead causing her to cringe lightly. The noblewoman banged the wall of the caravan. "Move quicker," She demanded. The guards spurred the horses that pulled the caravan causing them to move much faster than they were earlier. The pathway they walked along was bumpy and as their speed increased, the tension on the wheels grew higher and Ophelia could feel the difference.

At this rate, Ophelia might die of a heat stroke. The noblewoman attempted to keep her cool composure by closing her eyes and taking in deep breaths. [i]The heat is only momentary, soon you'll be inside a nice, cool castle and a cold drink...[/i] She removed her white gloves and placed her right hand over her forehead, wiping off the sweat that slowly began to collect. The Ice Queen is melting.

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"Queen... Queen Ophelia..." A guard opened the door of the caravan. It appeared as though Ophelia fell asleep during the ride as a futile attempt to get rid of her crankiness and ignore the blazing heat. "What is it?" She murmured as she sat up and put her gloves back up.
"We're here. We made it to the meeting place." The guard stepped aside and let Ophelia exit the caravan.
"Good... How long has the ride been?" The noblewoman asked as she adjusted her jacket.
"It has only been a few hours, I thought you were dead-"
"That's enough." She stopped him before he went on with his meaningless prattle. It appeared as though she was slightly early to this little get together.