The White Queen's Lament
She sits upon her seat, a figure pale. The crown presses down, a heavy symbol of duty. Her gaze are filled with a haunting despair, a echo of the turmoil that surrounds her. The destiny have dealt a unforgiving hand, and she is left to accept the cost. She sings her blues, a melody of regret, a whisper carried on the breeze. The Her Majesty is alon