A cloudy afternoon, the royal chamberlain confessed his love to one of the twenty ladies that attending daily to the Queen. To symbolize this, would give a large ruby, which had ordered heart shaped carving. But despite such a great show of devotion, she rejected him because he was in love with a valiant knight who years earlier had gone to fight in the Crusades which perfectly remembered the chamberlain who, knowingly, had arranged that the king, also absent, requires the services of that knight. «Ingrate». He thought. And keeping the jewel, handed a poison into believing that drinking it, would dream that night being in the arms of her lover. «If you’re not with me, you’re not with anyone.» He kept thinking as he walked away from the lady, dragged his steps along the damp, dark, damp and dark as his soul, corridors of the castle.