The White Queen's Lament
She sits upon her seat, a figure pale. The headpiece presses down, a heavy weight of power. Her glance are filled with a haunting melancholy, a mirroring of the turmoil that surrounds her. The cards have dealt a bitter hand, and she is left to endure the sacrifice. She sings her song, a melody of loss, a whisper carried on the wind. The Queen of He