The White Queen's Lament
She sits upon her perch, a figure pale. The crown presses down, a heavy weight of power. Her glance are filled with a piercing sadness, a echo of the turmoil that surrounds her. The fate have dealt a bitter hand, and she is left to endure the cost. She sings her lament, a melody of regret, a whisper carried on the breeze. The White Queen is isolate