It was the day of Macbeth’s coronation and everyone in the kingdom including myself was excited to celebrate the new king. The death of King Duncan was a very touchy subject, but I was confident that Macbeth would be a noble ruler since he had been one of Duncan’s trusted soldiers. As I arrived at the coronation, I looked around and noticed that everyone had on nice garments. The room was decorated in the finest décor which took the oxygen out of my diaphragm, I was lucky to experience the beauty that surrounded me. The table that I sat at had a purple and gold silk sheet over it and lambskin cushions on the seats. The room rumbled with everyone talking; we were all anxious to see our new king. I glanced over and saw Lady Macbeth, who appeared…show more content… King Macbeth finally entered but he too looked fatigued and thin; it was very odd that he didn’t smile or greet us, instead he scurried to Lady Macbeth and the two began to talk. The conversation looked like it was becoming tense, but they soon integrated with their hundreds of guests and began a conversation. The mask of worry that Lady Macbeth wore on her face told me that something serious was on her mind but I ignored it and observed everyone’s excitement. I glanced around again and noticed that King Macbeth was sauntering back into the room with an unexplainable expression on his face. As King Macbeth was being escorted to his chair, he began to act strange and unruly; Macbeth yelled at the chair! The whispers grew deep until the walls vibrated and then it came to a sudden halt once we were instructed to rise because his highness wasn’t well. I gaped at the expression on everyone’s face and at that moment I knew that what we thought about our new king was a fictional reality. Lady Macbeth intervened and insisted that we ignored Macbeth’s strange behavior or else we would offend him. I heard a gentleman behind me say “Has he gone mad?” I couldn’t help but ask the same question in my
