In the center of the heart-filled room, the young queen is forced to her knees. Her pink oversized puffy coat pools around her as the golden handcuffs on her wrists glisten in the dim light. She holds her head high despite her position, her daughter's frightened eyes locked on her from across the room. The guards encircle them, their shadows towering ominously, intensifying the sense of isolation and vulnerability. The throne behind her stands as a reminder of the power she once held, now slipping away.