The White Queen's Lament
She sits upon her throne, a figure stark. The diadem presses down, a heavy weight of obligation. Her gaze are filled with a piercing sadness, a mirroring of the chaos that surrounds her. The destiny have dealt a cruel hand, and she is left to contemplate the price. She sings her song, a melody of regret, a whisper carried on the wind. The Her Majes