The White Queen's Lament
She sits upon her seat, a figure pale. The crown presses down, a heavy weight of obligation. Her gaze are filled with a deep despair, a echo of the turmoil that surrounds her. The fate have dealt a cruel hand, and she is left to accept the price. She sings her lament, a melody of loss, a whisper carried on the breeze. The Her Majesty is alone, adri