Queen's White Woes
She sits upon her perch, a figure pale. The diadem presses down, a heavy weight of duty. Her gaze are filled with a haunting melancholy, a mirroring of the turmoil that surrounds her. The cards have dealt a unforgiving hand, and she is left to contemplate the sacrifice. She sings her song, a melody of loss, a whisper carried on the wind. The Queen