Queen's White Woes
She sits upon her perch, a figure stark. The diadem presses down, a heavy burden of power. Her eyes are filled with a piercing melancholy, a mirroring of the turmoil that surrounds her. The cards have dealt a bitter hand, and she is left to endure the price. She sings her song, a melody of loss, a whisper carried on the air. The White Queen is isol