Queen's White Woes

She sits upon her seat, a figure shadowed. The crown presses down, a heavy weight of duty. Her glance are filled with a piercing sadness, a mirroring of the discord that surrounds her. The fate have dealt a unforgiving hand, and she is left to endure the sacrifice. She sings her song, a melody of lo
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