The White Queen's Lament
She sits upon her throne, a figure shadowed. The diadem presses down, a heavy weight of power. Her glance are filled with a piercing sadness, a mirroring of the discord that surrounds her. The destiny have dealt a cruel hand, and she is left to endure the price. She sings her lament, a melody of yearning, a whisper carried on the air. The Queen of