QUEEN'S WHITE WOES

She sits upon her perch, a figure stark. The diadem presses down, a heavy weight of duty. Her glance are filled with a haunting sadness, a reflection of the discord that surrounds her. The cards have dealt a unforgiving hand, and she is left to accept the cost. She sings her song, a melody of yearning, a whisper carried on the breeze. The Her Majes