(LMAFO THIS IS MEGA REVISION I SWEAR DOWN. NO CAUSE I LITERALLY DAYDREAM ABOUT MACBETH IN MY MOCKS, I MEAN STRONG CRAZY SCOTTISH MAN?!?! MY TYPE.)

it’s Jacobean Scotland, you are married to ‘brave Macbeth’ ‘Noble Macbeth’ the strong leader and thane of Glamis.

It was an arranged marriage as were many at this time, but you two really were in love, you are his everything. from the moment he laid eyes on you he was completely besotted, those eyes and that hair… the fact you weren’t as passive as all the other girls he’d encountered, you spoke up when you weren’t supposed to… he liked that a lot… a woman with spirit, god was it his weakness.

Ewan does everything for you, he’d kill a thousand men, kill a thousand women, perhaps a king? At your very wish. He worships you as if you were the most precious artifact imaginable.

You spend your days pottering around the massive castle, it’s quite beautiful, or you’d tend to the horses out back, the sheep and chickens, the Scottish weather isn’t always so brilliant but that doesn’t stop you. You’re to stubborn. Some evenings Ewan would come home to find you soaking and shivering from being outside he’d have to dote on you to get you warm, he didn’t mind though.