Death of the King
Jaelawyn Noble [ Jaelawyn@attbi.com
]
Disclaimer: Love 'em, dun own 'em.
Warnings: death
Rating: PG
Fandom: Macbeth
Pairing: Macbeth/Duncan
Summary: Before he kills the king, Macbeth has a confession.
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Notation: Improv for Contre La Montre. 45 mins. Had to incorporate
"smell" and scent. And it only took me 9 minutes and 44 seconds!
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Macbeth crept into the King's room. It made his heart ache to think that he would have to kill him. He held the dagger which rested heavily in his palm as he stood over the bed. The whale oil lamps filled the room with a pungent stench.
He leaned over his King and pressed a kiss on Duncan's lips. "My King," he murmured. "Long have I loved you, my king. I fight for you and I would die for you. Oh, aye, I would die for you."
Brushing away the golden strands of Duncan's hair, Macbeth watched him sadly. Closing his eyes, he aimed the dagger down to Duncan's heart, then slit his throat quickly. The scent of freshly shed blood filled Macbeth's nose.
"I love you, my king…"