THE WHITE QUEEN'S LAMENT

She sits upon her seat, a figure shadowed. The diadem presses down, a heavy symbol of obligation. Her glance are filled with a haunting sadness, a mirroring of the chaos that surrounds her. The fate have dealt a cruel hand, and she is left to contemplate the price. She sings her song, a melody of regret, a whisper carried on the wind. The White Que