Hammamet, Tunisia [2]

POV Jade

The night is so cold, studded with stars, I see myself in the reflection of the window pane. I wore black clothes similar in style to the dresses used by ancient queens, with a beautiful fluffy skirt with a thin wireframe in the material to keep the skirt's shape perfect. The tiara on top of which is perched sweetly on top of my head adds to the impression of luxury. The tiara looks so familiar to me, maybe I've worn the same crown in my previous life.

I don't remember exactly what I know I wore, sometimes. The color of my lips was so bright, red like blood, and the color of my Jade eyes was radiating beautifully through the mirror. I look so perfect like a queen.

Or am I a queen?

"Jade..."

Someone called my name, I turned my head and turned around and found a pure white man, tall and dense, his golden hair shone beautifully, his clear blue eyes looked at me shady, full of affection.

Ahh, he's so charming...