Lady Macbeth

I thought I was strong, but the agony was stronger. The way I was living wasn't life, it was completely Hell. So I did the best thing I could think of: commit suicide. I am now walking among the living and I can see and know everything, how crazy!? When Macbeth received the news of my death I felt betrayed and hurt, that little mewling rump-fed lewdster said that it was something that ought to happen sooner or later. You would think he would be more emotional about my death since he loved me so much to the point that he did as I pleased. Malcolm, Macduff, Ross and the rest of the cavalry returned to Scotland and murdered my sweet Mac, he thought he was invincible because the tottering ill-breeding witches told him that "no man born of woman would ever be able to defeat him," but while battling with Macduff he revealed to my Mac that he was pulled away from his mother's guts in a c-section, so technically he wasn't born of woman. My Mac's confidence fell to th

Last time I checked Lady Macduff had only dissappeared, now word has been going around of the tragedy that she went through, she has been brutally murdered with all her children, while Macduff was away trying to convince Malcolm to come and take away from my husband the throne he abdicated. HOW IRONIC!🙄🙄🙄 Besides that I don't know much, apparently I've been sleepwalking and sleep talking.. I surely hope I didn't say anything I wasn't suppose to talk about; however, I do remember something about a spot, a damned spot to be more specific. I can't be more specific about it, but all I will say is that no matter how good I washed my hands it just wouldn't come out! How tedious. I truly hope that this all would come to an end soon, this way of life isn't life, it's misery, and I can't stand it anymore. I think that my sweet Macbeth will go to battle and come victorious, or at least that's what the witches said, we know that we can't truly trus

Macbeth went to see the witches looking for answers, I haven't seen him since. The tragedies in our kingdom don't seem to stop, first King Duncan, then Banquo, and now the son of Macduff and Lady Macduff. It all began when Macduff fled the country and left his family unprotected.. Apparently someone invaded their home and after calling the boy an egg, stabbed him to death. Lady Macduff fled the scene calling out for help, but no one knows of her whereabouts. Oh my, who knows what destiny has in store for us? I surely hope nothing happens to my dear Macbeth, and that no one gets to see what is truly inside his head. It must remain private for our sake. Although I do fear that all this pressure and stress is eating him alive and that his most deepest and obscure thoughts and desires of his heart will soon slip out of his mouth. We just have to wait and see what happens while hoping for the best. -NC

The night was going 'ight until Sir Macbeth decided to go nuts over who knows what. I love the man, but sometimes he can be too much. Our guests tried to calm him down, but he wouldn't stop talking about a "horrible shadow." I then tried to calm down our guests by telling them that Macbeth if not given attention to, would stop, but their concernment grew and I had to dismiss them for the sake of Macbeth and I. After their dismissal Macbeth and I had a little chat, he kept mumbling about "blood will have blood." All I could do to calm the man was take him to bed. I think everything is going to go downhill from here... Honestly, it seems that everything that has been done is catching up to him and pounding on his head, and all this makes me feels as if I was the one with twenty mortal murders on my crown. -NC

My poor Macbeth has isolated himself till dinner and won't talk to anyone, I asked to be in his presence to which he agreed. He seems too distraught, now I know not how to help him. I asked what he was planning and he said it was best for me to "be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, till thou applaud the deed." We came up with this and now he won't involve me on his plans!?! Oh dear, what have I done? I then retired and went to tend to our guests, I sat done while they entered and Macbeth roamed around. We'll see how this night goes. #doomed? -NC

My oh my, some people may think that I am a psycho.. I wonder why? All I've ever done has been for the greater good of Macbeth and our family SMH 🙄 . All I have to do is disregard the comments from the guts-gripping people and keep on supporting my sweet husband and his (aka mine) desires, in order to achieve them we have had some talks and have made some plans. We achieved part of it which makes me think that the future is bright for us, this is so much fun!! In other news King Duncan has been murdered at our castle! We thought it was the guards and my husband has taken actions into his own hands. The heirs of the King have fled away and my husband has gone into Scone to be invested. We're anxious and very excited to see what the future has in store for us. -NC