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“I cannot believe this behavior; you have turned our dinner party into a tempest, leaving our guests feeling like fish out of water.” As the guests begin to cast their inquiries like fishing nets into troubled waters, I feel an overpowering tide within me, urging me to cut the evening short. They don’t need answers to their questions—each one only serves to deepen the chasm of discomfort that has formed around Macbeth.
“Goodnight, my lord; we hope you conquer your troubles soon,” one of the guests intones, their voice tinged with unease.
“Goodnight and thank you for coming,” I reply to the lords, my words hanging in the air like a fading echo as they depart the banquet, leaving behind an atmosphere heavy with unspoken tension.
Macbeth’s mind is a stormy sea, believing he is haunted by the ghost of Banquo—an ominous shadow cast by the prophecy whispered into his ear by the witches. He confides in me that he wishes to seek their guidance, and though dread coils around my heart, I nod in support. I can no longer bear to see him unravel, his fraying sanity threatening to drag us both under. He laments that he is ensnared in guilt, trapped in a labyrinth from which there is no return—no hope left to pull him back from the brink of despair.
As tears shimmer in his eyes like morning dew, he shudders, gripped by fear and the chilling grip of his wrongdoings. I wrap my arms around him, grounding him in an embrace that promises solace. “You need rest,” I whisper, the words flowing from my lips like a gentle lullaby, and as he sinks into my arms, the weight of his emotional torment threatens to crush him—a mountain of sorrow that has exhausted his very spirit.
He clasps my hand tightly, a silent plea woven into his grip, as quiet sobs tumble from him like autumn leaves in a windstorm. Together, we make our way to bed, our hearts entwined, knowing that whatever shadows may fall along our path, we will always have each other. In this turbulent world, he is the unwavering light of my life, a beacon guiding me through the darkest nights.
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