Queen's White Woes

She sits upon her throne, a figure stark. The headpiece presses down, a heavy weight of power. Her glance are filled with a piercing despair, a echo of the turmoil that surrounds her. The destiny have dealt a bitter hand, and she is left to accept the cost. She sings her song, a melody of regret, a
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