Dearest Diary,
Dearest of dear diaries, there is reason to celebrate once more at the castle of Macbeth. My dearest has arrived home; I am so pleased and relived to see him. O’ let my cries of joy reverberate o’er hills and dales and let every person of the land have the wondrous sound ring in their ears till their dying day. My Macbeth has brought the best of news with him; he is no longer just Macbeth but, Thane of Cawdor, now a highly respected figure in the land. I am so delighted at the news of this, but I can not help thinking what would happen if are soon to be visitors, King Duncan, Prince Malcolm and Prince Donalbain were to be disposed of, would it make me and my love King and Queen? Macbeth told me of these three witches that foretold of his ‘rise to power’ and I must discuss this with my Macbeth, I am sure that he will not be keen on the idea of ‘removing’ the King and his sons but with a little persuasion I think I could sway his opinions to my way of thinking. I must draw my weak mind off of the subject and focus on other important matters, such as the coming banquet for my love, my life, my wondrous Macbeth.
Dearest Diary,
The deed is done, O’ what a mind I have, and who would have believed that I would work my magic so quickly. Duncan is dead and his sons have fled, to where I do not care in the slightest. It was a masterful plan that we put into play, When Duncan went to rest his weary head we first spiked the fine wines that our wonderful guests were drinking then we set to the task at hand. With blade in hand Macbeth crept into Duncan’s chambers and sliced him into unrecognisable pieces. His guards were framed and then killed my Macbeth so they could not stand trial and say what we had done, his two sons fled in a hurry to avoid any plots to kill them as well and I do believe we got away with it since our guests have risen with painful heads and misguided senses and believe our story to be correct in every way.
Dearest Diary,
I have had the same old dream again and it is now more vivid than ever before. I don’t like to admit it but, I am beginning to regret what we did last night even though we are not suspects of the crime, I feel something is not right. So far the dream has made some sense, but I still have worries about the final part of the dream. Surely Macbeth will not die like I have seen. It’s like a twisting plot slowly becoming unravelled and I dread to ever read on till the end as I fear it won’t be to my satisfaction. I must rest and wash my hands of this, it is too much for a feeble woman, as I am, to handle.
