The White Queen's Lament
She sits upon her perch, a figure shadowed. The headpiece presses down, a heavy burden of power. Her eyes are filled with a deep sadness, a echo of the turmoil that surrounds her. The cards have dealt a unforgiving hand, and she is left to endure the sacrifice. She sings her lament, a melody of loss, a whisper carried on the breeze. The White Queen