Queen's White Woes

She sits upon her perch, a figure shadowed. The crown presses down, a heavy burden of obligation. Her gaze are filled with a deep despair, a mirroring of the discord that surrounds her. The destiny have dealt a unforgiving hand, and she is left to accept the cost. She sings her lament, a melody of r
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