Queen's White Woes

She sits upon her throne, a figure stark. The crown presses down, a heavy burden of duty. Her gaze are filled with a haunting sadness, a mirroring of the discord that surrounds her. The fate have dealt a unforgiving hand, and she is left to contemplate the cost. She sings her song, a melody of loss,
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