Chapitre 149: A Crimson Feast - I

Nesrin wore a red gown, as dark and deep as blood. It warmly embraced her waist, slightly lifted the gently curve of her breasts and then spread down in several layers of crimson gracefully.

A golden necklace that was another gift from Lillian nestled around her neck. The pearl were drops of rain, cold and calm.

Jane couldn't contain her tears when she saw her queen once again. Things finally seemed to be returning back to normal, but at what cost?

"It's alright," Nesrin softly whispered and embraced her old friend, "Your skills had aged so well, I am proud of you."

A  broken sob escaped Jane, "Y-Your Majesty... but..."

"Shh," Nesrin felt her eyes water, "Don't cry anymore."

"But your dress!" Jane exclaimed moving back, "Don't hug anyone, this is a delicate fabric and wrinkles may arise!"