Queen's White Woes
She sits upon her perch, a figure pale. The diadem presses down, a heavy symbol of power. Her eyes are filled with a deep melancholy, a mirroring of the turmoil that surrounds her. The cards have dealt a unforgiving hand, and she is left to endure the price. She sings her blues, a melody of loss, a whisper carried on the wind. The Her Majesty is lo