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
mourner
caretaker
I care for the king's summer castle. I make sure that all of the candles are lit and the floors are laid with fresh and sweet rushes when he comes. I am meticulous and keep all appearances immaculate. I am responsible for ensuring everything on the estate runs smoothly. If anyone steps out of line, I have them whipped.
Who is it that you miss? My deceased husband. I see, is that who this cursed grave belongs to? Yes sir. I di not know who cursed this grave but it hurts me everyday that it is. I had always wondered who it was that laid here. He was a noble man, a man undeserving of such a fate. Tending to these graves has long been my duty, in addition to the kings summer castle. Could you please trim these trees so that some sun shines on him? I could certainly do so if it would please you. It would very much. thank you caretaker. May I ask how it was that he passed? A horrible illness took his life. It slowly took him over a period of months.