After the witches prophecy you knew, you and your husband needed to take action. If he was really to be king, thane of Glamis and thane of Cawdor then you would have to get your hands dirty.

But the murders didn't come as easy to him as they did to you. After the deaths of Duncan and Banquo he was going mad. You thought he would be soothed by the crowns and new titles and parties but it just agitated him more.

He began to see hallucinations...ghosts and floating daggers. He paced and couldn't sleep and cried...the only thing that seemed to calm him was you, his beautiful wife.

He lays now, with you in your bed, the dock locked tightly and the lights down low. His head is in your lap, his arms around your waist. He sighs, tears pricking at his eyes again. "Full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife..." He whispers into the silk of your skirt, begging for your reassurance.