The White Queen's Lament
She sits upon her perch, a figure pale. The diadem presses down, a heavy weight of obligation. Her gaze are filled with a haunting despair, a echo of the turmoil that surrounds her. The fate have dealt a cruel hand, and she is left to contemplate the sacrifice. She sings her song, a melody of regret, a whisper carried on the air. The Her Majesty is