Ermesinde of Carcassonne and Raymond Roger were married in a union that blended duty with affection, and over time their bond grew into a true partnership. Together they strengthened their territories through careful alliances, wise governance, and shared resolve, becoming a respected power in the region. Raymond admired Ermesinde’s intelligence and grace, and as a symbol of his devotion he commissioned a magnificent necklace of gold and precious stones. While the necklace was being delivered to her court, it was ambushed by bandits and vanished without a trace. Despite many searches, the jewel was never recovered and slowly passed into legend. Generations later, the story of the lost necklace was still whispered within the family. Ermesinde’s great-great-great-grandson, Raymond Roger Trencavel, grew fascinated by the tale and believed the jewel might still exist. Driven by love for his ancestors and hunger for discovery, this grandson went forth on an adventure to find it.

et see what hints helped him to collect all pieces:


I shelter sighs that never died,
Where vows still walk though hearts have cried.
No chains I wear, yet here I stay,
Bound by a love that wouldn’t fade away.
Footsteps echo, though I’m alone—
What holds me here, within this home?

I have no altar, yet hearts kneel here,
No bells I ring, yet souls draw near.
Built not of stone, but trust and vow,
I live in “always,” not just now.
Hands are my prayers, eyes are my flame—
What am I, if love is my name?
I am built for endings, yet filled with stay,
Where lovers rest but never stray.
White stone shelters vows once said,
Promises kept by the quiet dead.
Not all who lie here are alone—
Some wait for love to bring them home.
What am I, where hearts still guard?

I rise by the river, cold and tall,
Where crowns have glittered and hearts would fall.
I’ve held goodbyes with no embrace,
Love sworn in whispers, sealed in place.
Though chains were heavy, feelings were strong,
Some hearts stayed true where they didn’t belong.
What am I, where love endured the stone?
I bloom without soil, I fade without dying,
I speak of devotion, of hearts still trying.
Worn on a shield, yet born from a sigh,
I promise forever, though lovers pass by.
Not picked by hands, yet given with grace—
What am I, love’s timeless sign?
I dance in colors without a sound,
My beauty spreads where hearts are found.
A plume of petals, a show of pride,
I turn shy glances into eyes that confide.
Not born to fly, yet I charm the view—
What am I, who courts love with hue?

I stand where vows are whispered low,
Where hearts ignite and passions grow.
Not of flesh, but of desire I’m made,
I burn with love that will not fade.
Witness to kisses, promises, and art—
What am I, the shrine of the heart?
I fly unseen, yet strike the heart,
My arrows pierce, yet cause no harm.
I play with fate, yet never lie,
Uniting souls as moments fly.
With bow in hand and mischief near—
Who am I, that makes love appear?

I dance in frost, yet hearts feel warm,
I cloak the earth in quiet charm.
My touch is cold, my gaze is bright,
I turn long nights to silver light.
Though seasons pass, my spell won’t fade—
Who am I, love’s frozen serenade?
Take your heart, my love, and let it stride boldly through fire and shadow, for every step you conquer brings you closer to the embrace we are destined to share

Perfect — a romantic riddle for a heart-shaped statue ❤️🗿:

Riddle:
I stand in silence, yet speak of care,
Carved from stone, yet love I bear.
I do not beat, but still inspire,
A frozen flame, a quiet fire.
Eyes may pass, but hearts will see—
What am I, a symbol of eternity?
to be continued...