White Queen's Blues

She sits upon her perch, a figure pale. The diadem presses down, a heavy burden of duty. Her gaze are filled with a deep despair, a reflection of the discord that surrounds her. The cards have dealt a bitter hand, and she is left to accept the cost. She sings her song, a melody of yearning, a whispe
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