White Queen's Blues
She sits upon her perch, a figure pale. The crown presses down, a heavy burden of power. Her eyes are filled with a haunting sadness, a mirroring of the chaos that surrounds her. The destiny 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 air. The Her Majesty is lost, adr