White Queen's Blues
She sits upon her perch, a figure stark. The diadem presses down, a heavy burden of duty. Her eyes are filled with a deep melancholy, a mirroring of the chaos that surrounds her. The destiny have dealt a unforgiving hand, and she is left to endure the sacrifice. She sings her lament, a melody of loss, a whisper carried on the breeze. The Her Majest