In a world where the grandeur of being a King was in everybody's grasp, only few pursued it.
Because with the great power came a curse, a flaw the king or queen had to live with till death.
The Yellow Queen's eyes glowed clear blue like an ocean of life, tempting anyone who gazed upon her to lock eyes and be sucked in with a calming sensation. A sensation followed by loud crackle, like the shuffling of stone, as they would freeze in place and turn into stone. Petrified and frozen in time like statues. She fell into solitude like she had never known in her life.
Her reign did not last long.