White Queen's Blues
She sits upon her throne, a figure shadowed. The crown presses down, a heavy symbol of power. Her gaze are filled with a piercing melancholy, a mirroring of the chaos that surrounds her. The cards have dealt a cruel hand, and she Мичелз is left to accept the cost. She sings her lament, a melody of loss, a whisper carried on the wind. The Quee