The White Queen's Lament
She sits upon her seat, a figure pale. The headpiece presses down, a heavy symbol of duty. Her glance are filled with a piercing melancholy, a echo of the turmoil that surrounds her. The cards have dealt a cruel hand, and she is left to endure the cost. She sings her song, a melody of regret, a whisper carried on the wind. The Her Majesty is isolat