Queen's White Woes
She sits upon her throne, a figure stark. The headpiece presses down, a heavy weight of duty. Her eyes are filled with a haunting melancholy, a echo of the turmoil that surrounds her. The destiny have dealt a unforgiving hand, and she is left to endure the cost. She sings her blues, a melody of regret, a whisper carried on the wind. The Her Majesty