THE WHITE QUEEN'S LAMENT

She sits upon her seat, a figure pale. The diadem presses down, a heavy symbol of duty. Her gaze are filled with a piercing melancholy, a echo of the turmoil that surrounds her. The destiny have dealt a bitter hand, and she is left to endure the cost. She sings her song, a melody of loss, a whisper carried on the air. The White Queen is lost, adrif