Lady Macbeth ⚡ Ultimate

“What do you mean?” I said. “A little water clears us of this deed.”

Do you remember the letter? The letter that arrived like a second skin, telling of three weird sisters and a prophecy that tasted like destiny. My husband—my dear husband—he was too full of the milk of human kindness. He wanted greatness, yes, but he wanted it to fall upon him like a gentle rain. He would be holy and he would be king. He could not see that the crown is not given. It is taken . I saw the shortest path. I saw the dagger in the dark. And I loved him for his weakness because it meant I would be his strength. Lady Macbeth

What do I see? Not a queen. Not a monster. Just a woman who loved her husband so much she unlearned every soft thing she was born with. And for what? He is a tyrant now, and he does not even look at me. He sends for the doctor, not for his wife. He plans his battles, not our future. I have become a footnote in my own catastrophe. “What do you mean