White Queen's Blues
She sits upon her perch, a figure stark. The diadem presses down, a heavy weight of obligation. Her gaze are filled with a haunting sadness, a echo of the turmoil that surrounds her. The fate have dealt a cruel hand, and she is left to contemplate the price. She sings her lament, a melody of regret, a whisper carried on the breeze. The Her Majesty