"How long must I wait?" Ophelia stood beside her four guards and placed her hands on her hips, her long black hair was picked up by small winds that cooled down the melting queen.
"Uhm I don't know-"
"It was a rhetorical question..." She stopped the guard once more.

The five foreign bodies waited for the kingdom's reigning king to come and greet them. While Ophelia remained in her stoic position, her other guards lollygagged beside the horses, most likely sweating under their heavy clad armor. Ophelia's kingdom was known for their strict military training and walled cities, but her guards at the moment did not look up to their expectation. She couldn't argue nor throw a fit, her guards weren't used to the heat, it was quite the opposite actually, most soldiers would fight their wars in colder climates to fend off the northern kingdoms. The southern kingdoms were much more pleasant.

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Supposedly... It was cold where they were?
"Pardon?" Ophelia murmured, she followed behind the king. She snapped her fingers and signaled for her four guards to follow.