The White Queen's Lament
She sits upon her seat, a figure shadowed. The diadem presses down, a heavy weight of duty. Her gaze are filled with a piercing despair, a mirroring of the discord that surrounds her. The cards have dealt a bitter hand, and she is left to contemplate the cost. She sings her song, a melody of loss, a whisper carried on the air. The White Queen is is