He pressed a hand to the door, eyes wide and eager. Lunch was over, he was done his lessons, it was time to get out and do interesting things.
"Lad, where are you running off to?" Cook shouted from the kitchens, just down the hall.
"Off to explore!" He shouted back.
"Alright, well, see to it your home for supper." He was halfway out of the door when she added a comment.
"And don't skin your knees!"
He'd found this place last time, a long grassy stretch like a road in the middle of the woods. People always told ghost stories about this part, but he didn't mind. They never really scared him, anyway. He walked until he came to a seeming end, and was about to turn back when a clearing to the side caught his eye.
Gravestones, old ones, some leaning like broken teeth, others still standing. He couldn't read most of the names, but it looked like they had all died in the same year. One was relatively newer than the rest, the grave of 'Nikla Millegel' bearing the epitaph that she was a true and giving friend. He examined them for a while, noting the rather marvelous ones some of them had, and was about to return to the path when something marble glinted. He went back, and figured that the hedges now blocking his way were new, and there was something fascinating behind them. They clung to his clothes as he climbed through, but he made it, to stand victorious where no foot had trod in a decade.
When his eyes finally realized what he was seeing, his jaw dropped. Before him stood a castle, magnificent despite it's antiquity. He was preparing to wander in, when he spotted another memorial.
It was a marble gravestone, twice his height, and carved beautifully. In the center, a sword had been wedged into a groove that fit it so tightly he wasn't sure if it could be removed. The thing was glorious, but he pulled his eyes away from it to read the inscription. It read;
Here lies the Red Lady,
Levail Reyne,
The last Lion on Castamere Hall.
May she find Peace.