Disclaimer- I am not Shakespeare- nor do I claim to be- I own nothing- just the product of my own thoughts.
A strange letter arrived this morn, news from my husband. First telling me the welcome news of his victory, then telling me of his and his cousin's meeting with three weird sisters who brought strange and unsettling, but highly welcome news, it read;
'They spoke of me becoming Thane of Cawdor and then King of all Scotland'
The news of these predictions have awoken me to a deeper meaning, imagine the power I would have, to be able to rule with freedom over Scotland. I would vanquish all doubt of never rising to a high purpose. A thing which has settled like a cold mist over my beating heart.
How can the weird sisters be truthful when both the Thane of Cawdor and King Duncan still live?
For me to be able to complete the task that I have set myself, they must cease to exist, and me and my dear foolish husband shall reign supreme over Scotland. Together we shall be the greatest King and queen that Scotland had ever laid eyes upon.
The fire already burns in my veins. The crows tempt me dangerously from just above the dust.
I would rule with a freedom never felt before.
We shall drive fear into the hearts of our enemies and those who give us their life and services shall sleep soundly.