Queen's White Woes
She sits upon her perch, a figure pale. The crown presses down, a heavy weight of duty. Her gaze are filled with a deep sadness, a mirroring of the chaos that surrounds her. The fate have dealt a cruel hand, and she is left to accept the sacrifice. She sings her blues, a melody of loss, a whisper carried on the breeze. The Her Majesty is alone, adr