White Queen's Blues
She sits upon her seat, a figure shadowed. The crown presses down, a heavy symbol of power. Her glance are filled with a haunting despair, a mirroring of the turmoil that surrounds her. The destiny have dealt a bitter hand, and she is left to endure the price. She sings her lament, a melody of regret, a whisper carried on the breeze. The Her Majest