Queen's White Woes
She sits upon her throne, a figure stark. The crown presses down, a heavy symbol of duty. Her gaze are filled with a piercing despair, 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 song, a melody of regret, a whisper carried on the air. The White Queen is alone, adrift