Complications

I was standing there with Macbeth waiting for him to calm down from his flustered state. Then I saw them... they were dripping the thick blood of the fallen king. My cowardly husband still held the daggers in his hands. He was clutching them tightly, as if he was afraid to let them go. "What have you done!", I exclaimed in a fury. I was madder then I had ever been. He was ruining our perfect plan and our chances at greatness.

I grabbed the daggers from him, "I would be ashamed to be as cowardly as you!", I snapped. I was disgusted that I had married such a wimp of a man. I quickly went to Duncan's chambers and placed the daggers on the drunken guards. I returned to the hall and found Macbeth is a sad state. As if that wasn't bad enough, I then heard a soft knock echoing through the halls. I paused but only for a moment, I moved quickly. If anyone was going to keep this plan in order it had to be me. I quickly rushed Macbeth off to our bed chambers to wash away the blood and rid our selves of any possible accusation.