I used to be one of Duncan's most trusted friends, oh the fool. I killed him in his sleep because I wanted to be the king. I am now a traitor no better than the old Thane of Cawdor. The only difference is hat no one knows what I have done. This fault lies with those accursed witches and their prophecies. They told me I would be the Thane of Cawdor and king, and a short while later I was the Thane. I thought to myself, if I did not do anything to become thane then I need not do a thing to be king.
All was fine until Duncan named an heir to the throne. Then my patience was gone and I was split between my loyalty to Duncan and my lust to be king. I did not have a clue of what to do until that "lovely" wife of mine decided for me. We went to his chamber in the night. I had to do the deed. I became delusional as a tried to kill my ruler, but I did it. We framed the guards and I though it was over until Lennox and Macduff came to get the king. To protect my story I had to go see the body again with Lennox. Now I can't get the image of Duncan lying there dead covered in his golden blood. I haven't a clue of how I am going to get away with this.
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