Lady Macbeth
Never have I been so poor in my life than today. Two years ago, my husband Aberon left me without a single coin in my pocket for my sister, Malmuria. She was my parent's favorite child, because she was beautiful, talented, and, through her marriage with Aberon, very wealthy. Shortly after Aberon and Malmuria got married, they left Switzerland to build a large castle-like house, with fragrant flowers surrounding the house and many floors stacked upon each other.
Today, I stand next to my fiancée, Macbeth, on our wedding day. Unlike Aberon, Macbeth is not wealthy. However, he is much stronger than that weakling Aberon. As I walk down the aisle, my parents look at me with hateful eyes. My right hand grasps onto Macbeth's rough left hand. I find Macbeth's strength very attractive, but my parents do not seem to see Macbeth the same way I do. They only seem to care about Macbeth's status and wealth.
If only Macbeth and Aberon were one man, I could happily have a husband that would protect and take good care of me in a castle-like house, like Malmuria and Aberon's house. My dream may seem too big to come true now, but who knows? Perhaps Macbeth will rise up his ranks, from being a thane to a king. Ever since Macbeth began courting me, I noticed how rapidly Macbeth would be promoted from one rank to the next. Knowing Macbeth, his amazing skills, strength, and intelligence could make him king. If Macbeth became a king, I would be his queen—a queen that dresses in elegant gowns, sleeps in a comfy bed on the highest floor of a castle with a mighty husband, with beauty that outshines Malmuria's, and with more gold in my pockets than Aberon has ever given me.
I recall the day Malmuria met Aberon for the first time. She looked so mesmerizing with her soft, lilac dress. Aberon's eyes glimmered and stared at Malmuria's hourglass-shaped body and her porcelain face. It took no time for Aberon to fall completely in love with Malmuria, and for Aberon to leave me. While Aberon and Malmuria were courting, I realized that Malmuria never truly loved my dear Aberon, but his money. Malmuria slowly manipulated Aberon, raising her voice and asserting her authority over him. Her devious scheme seemed to have worked; Aberon gave her large acres of land, luxurious items, and money.
Just as Aberon fell in love with Malmuria's beauty, Macbeth fell in love with my beauty. He was so hypnotized of my beauty that he would do whatever pleased me. Like a loyal dog, Macbeth obeyed my orders and granted my wishes. If I manipulate Macbeth just as Malmuria manipulated Aberon, I would surely become queen. With my guidance, help, and support, Macbeth will become more like my dream man than Aberon can ever be.
I stand with Macbeth at the front of the room, with the corners of my mouth stretch to each corner of my face. My heart starts to flutter as I gaze into Macbeth's eyes. His hazel eyes suddenly turn gold under the bright sunlight that shines down upon him, as if it was a heavenly sign of his destiny to become king. As I grasp Macbeth's hands tighter, I feel my warm blood surging through me and into my fingertips. Then I look back at my parents with bright and wide eyes. Macbeth will not only become the man my parents and I dream him to be, but even more. Moreover, I will surpass my sister in riches, power, and status.