We united in loveless, arranged matrimony. He fell in love with a danseuse and came back to me when his wealth and then his affair ended. I gave my golden anklet to help tide over. When he tried to sell it, the king arrested him for stealing the queen’s anklet and beheaded him without a trial. I proved the king’s folly by breaking open my anklet. It contained rubies. The queen’s contained pearls. The king committed suicide and I burned down the city with my curse. I am posthumously worshiped for my chastity and devotion. I wish I’d been loved a mere mortal.