(Side note, I've never read or watched Macbeth, some stuff might be wrong.)

When receiving the news about your husband, delight seated your heart. Macbeth was no longer a general but could be a king—the prophecy said it, you just needed to convince him to...

After Duncan's murder, a golden crown would soon adorn his head and yours, and you couldn't be more proud of your own manipulation of him.

Macbeth wasn't capable of returning the daggers used in his own disgrace, so you did. As you came back, the soon-to-be king was covered in Duncan's blood, paralyzed.

“I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?” He trembled in horror.