Part I: Veil of Sorrow The queen sits motionless, her gaze cast downward as if searching for a piece of herself lost in the void. Draped in black, the folds of her gown resemble the mourning shroud of a spirit trapped between duty and longing. The court around her has long faded into obscurity, leaving only whispers of unspoken regrets. The veil she wears is not of cloth but of silence—a silence that shields her pain but suffocates her freedom.