White Queen's Blues

She sits upon her perch, a figure shadowed. The crown presses down, a heavy burden of power. Her eyes are filled with a haunting sadness, a mirroring of the turmoil that surrounds her. The destiny have dealt a cruel hand, and she is left to accept the cost. She sings her song, a melody of yearning, a whisper carried on the breeze. The Her Majesty i

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