So we set off to do the plan and like, drugged the King’s attendants so they’d obviously be sleeping pretty well… Haha. But I wasn’t able to take the knife into King Duncan myself ‘cause… well… He reminds me too much of my father… So I gave the knife to my husband Macbeth and forced him to go kill him… Which seemed to make me feel much less guilty and much more pleased in the end, even if I was against myself killing him. Lol, oh well. After we killed the king, we had to frame the two attendants and like, totally kill them to rid of any chance of us getting caught… So I took the two other knives and stabbed them… It was pretty gruesome and unladylike, I must admit. However, it had to be done to reach my goal… I mean, our goal… Cough.
nice job! i liked how you emphasized 'our' goal, meaning that lady macbeth wanted it as much, or more than macbeth
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