THE WHITE QUEEN'S LAMENT

The White Queen's Lament

She sits upon her seat, a figure shadowed. The headpiece presses down, a heavy weight of duty. Her eyes are filled with a deep sadness, a echo of the discord that surrounds her. The destiny have dealt a bitter hand, and she is left to accept the cost. She sings her blues, a melody of yearning, a whisper carried on the wind. The Her Majesty is isola

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