Queen's White Woes

She sits upon her seat, a figure stark. The crown presses down, a heavy burden of duty. Her eyes are filled with a haunting melancholy, a echo of the discord that surrounds her. The fate have dealt a unforgiving hand, and she is left to contemplate the cost. She sings her song, a melody of loss, a w
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