Journal 4 - King and Queen

The king is dead.  Long live Macbeth, thane of Glamis and of Cawdor as well as king of Scotland– or so he shall be when tomorrow comes.  Once the ‘guilty’ party has been properly punished everything will have gone as planned and I will be Queen of Scotland. 

It is regrettable that Macbeth was unable to kill Duncan without almost making a mess of everything.  The daggers were meant to stay within the chambers to incriminate the chamberlains.  Being the unthinking man that he is, the daggers were brought out.  Macbeth has been affected by his act of killing.  I fear for his sanity but I can only hope that the ambition within him will awaken and everything will be alright – for both of us. 

Never before had I seen so much blood.  Having it be spilled by another’s hand is easier to bear than being the one spilling blood.  There was so much of it everywhere.  More blood covered the sheets than I had ever imagined possible.  As it was I kept having visions of Duncan looking as my father had when he was asleep.  Flashes of blood welling up then bursting forth as a blade broke skin overlapped with what I saw.  A man covered in blood and killed in cold blood.  It is a necessary death; however I fear that spilling blood will lead to more bloodshed in the future.

Guests have arrived at this late hour.  I hope our actions tonight do not betray what we have done and brand us as traitors of the crown.  Soon – very soon – the subterfuge will end.  My plan will have come to fruition and I will be queen.