Queen's White Woes
She sits upon her perch, a figure pale. The diadem presses down, a heavy weight of duty. Her eyes are filled with a deep sadness, a mirroring of the discord that surrounds her. The fate have dealt a bitter hand, and she is left to contemplate the cost. She sings her lament, a melody of yearning, a whisper carried on the air. The Her Majesty is alon