The Dream

**A/N: This is for UberReader's Chapter Challenge in her The Ultimate Escape forum.

*Slash. Be warned, my friends. Be warned.

Macbeth shot out of bed. His dream was so vivid that he could still hear witches cackling in his ear. His hands were sweating and he swore it felt like blood. A pain lingered in his chest, and his breaths were unsteady. He swore he had actually died.

"Honey, are you alright?" his husband asked. Macbeth nodded and sighed.

"It happened again. It was so terrible!"

"I know. Hush, please. Go back to sleep," he smiled. Macbeth nodded and snuggled closer. He sighed.

"I love you, Banquo."

"I love you too, Macbeth."