Stunted and gnarled fruit trees are lined in rows. The trees have thick bases and are clearly very old but have not produced any fruit for a long time, yet they stubbornly cling to life. Unpruned, their branches stick out at all angles making it hard for a person to traverse the orchard and frequently these branches grab the loose clothing of any visitor. Wind moan through the trunks while dead leaves slowly tumble along the ground.
Haunted Orchard, Farm
peasant
visitor
I come to see the king when in town. I do not like the peasants of the castle. I am good friends with the king,
Ugh! How dare you speak to me so informally. I seek your Master. We are old friends. Most certainly i will grab him at once. What is your name? I am Lady Sheradon. Please lead me to him, peasant, as I am not a fan of lingering in this orchard. Very well, where do you know each other from? The King and I met through mutual acquaintences. We got on rather well and became inseparable until it became time he chose my marriage mate. Since then I have moved to my Lord's estate and travel back every sixth fortnight to visit him.  Oh wow that is lovely. Are you two...together? No we are just rather good friends. I give him counsel and comraderie and he does the same for me. I would not sully the sanctity of my union. You ask personal questions peasant! Here take this as me saying sorry. Ugh! That bread is not fit for the insolent geese at the pond. While I  am a bit peckish I think I shall wait until I am at the castle. I don't like your tone. I know you are here secretely. Now do as your told or i will tell otehrs. Down peasant! You would do best to remember your station. This will be reported to your Master and you will suffer your Fate! It was worth it!