Queen's White Woes
She sits upon her throne, a figure pale. The diadem presses down, a heavy symbol of duty. Her glance are filled with a haunting sadness, a mirroring of the turmoil 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 yearning, a whisper carried on the breeze. The Queen of He