The White Queen's Lament
She sits upon her throne, a figure pale. The headpiece presses down, a heavy burden of duty. Her gaze are filled with a deep melancholy, a echo of the discord that surrounds her. The cards have dealt a cruel hand, and she is left to accept the cost. She sings her blues, a melody of regret, a whisper carried on the wind. The Her Majesty is alone, ad