THE WHITE QUEEN'S LAMENT

She sits upon her throne, a figure shadowed. The diadem presses down, a heavy burden of power. Her glance are filled with a deep sadness, a echo of the discord that surrounds her. The fate have dealt a bitter hand, and she is left to contemplate the price. She sings her blues, a melody of regret, a whisper carried on the wind. The Her Majesty is is