My dear Scotland is full of many people. I love the company of some of them and just can’t stand to be in the presence of others. Many people seem to be loyal towards me but I realize it is just a disguise they put on temporarily. Currently, Lady Macbeth is out shopping. Lady Macbeth, if it weren’t for my love I would not be King today. She is dependable and has helped me through the rough patches. I’m still at awe when it comes to the bad thoughts that flutter through her head. I hope she doesn’t run into that suspicious rat Banquo. Banquo used to be one of my good friends. He still acts somewhat loyal towards me, but I know he suspects me of killing Duncan incessantly. I’m starting to wonder what Malcolm and Macduff are up to. They placed the death of Duncan upon themselves by fleeing Scotland and for that I owe them much gratitude. I almost forgot Duncan, how I loved that mans presence. He only had good things to say about me. I would have loved to see him live in today’s society but unfortunately I had to kill him. Besides, I wouldn’t be enjoying the riches that come with being a king. Things have been playing out eccentrically lately. I feel as though I must have a word with the witches and find out more about my future. There is a feeling inside of me that says the witches are up to something devious. But then again if it were not for the witches I would still be stuck with honours that are much less when compared to being the king of Scotland. I should send them a peace offering of some sort to show that I am very appreciative for the prophecies that they had provided me with. I hear a woman’s voice in the distance; it’s most likely my beloved. I shall take leave now and return in a few weeks time. There is some ‘work’ that I have to do . . .
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