The sun never seems to shine on this grave.  The letters on the tombstone have long since faded, and many stories are told about whose bones lay buried in the dirt.  Until recently, it was overgrown with grass and weeds.  Someone had come and cleared the weeds, and the dirt looked as if it had been turned over.
A cursed grave, Graveyard
a maid
an exiled person
I'm exiled from my homeland. My morals were not endeared my the invaders. I hate the life of an exile.
What are you doing here? Bit dirty and decrepit for your like, isn't it? Which is why I am here!  Cleaning the graveyard this week, why it has been left far too long.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not particularly keen on the task, but it's the only way to keep food on the table. Well, that's kind of you. I sure appreciate it, although I'm probably not supposed to. Would you like some help? Please!  This grave in particular never seems to get any sunlight, and it appears as if it has not been cleaned in a thousand years! Yep, this one's cursed. No sun, no birds... it just lays here getting weedier and weedier. At least it'll look great when done! Any idea who was buried here?  Something was clearly written at one paint, but it all seems to have worn away.  Perhaps someone cleaned it a bit too strenuously sometime in the distant past! I don't know for sure, but I've heard it was the King's mistress. She died under mysterious circumstances a couple of decades ago, and rumor has it the Queen would pay the caretakers a little on the side to clear every grave but this one. Crazy, huh? What an interesting tale!  How fascinating if true.  Where do you come from traveler?  I do not recognize you from these parts. I come from a long way away. I was kicked out years ago... but I was framed, I swear! I didn't do  what they say I did! Ah screw it. You have enough to deal with, never mind my self pity. No please, tell me more!  It will take a long time to clean, so I have the time.  It sounds dreadful though, what you must have had to put up with! The Prince of my homeland is a mean little brat. Entitled, rude... well. I was a hard worker. Day in, day out. He caught me on a bad day. I ran my mouth, sure, but I never touched him! Well, he claims I drew blood. Lies, all of it. Next thing I knew, I was out on a sailboat by myself. I slept until it hit land, and here I am. My goodness!  What is this ruler's name?  What land do you come from?  My, I have so many questions, this is by far more interesting than most of my days.