The White Queen's Lament
She sits upon her seat, a figure stark. The diadem presses down, a heavy burden of duty. Her glance are filled with a piercing melancholy, a reflection of the discord that surrounds her. The fate have dealt a cruel hand, and she is left to contemplate the cost. She sings her blues, a melody of yearning, a whisper carried on the breeze. The Her Maje