Wynona

"Imagine how magnificent you will become when you are the king!" Lady Macbeth could not discontinue speaking of the dreadful thing Macbeth must do to become the king.

"Duncan is the only one who stands in our way. But we shall make him step aside. It isn't as hard as it may seem, and nobody will know it was us. I have it all planned out..."

However, Macbeth could not stop thinking about the night before with beautiful Lady Wynona. He remembered her wavy, jet black hair, and her unusual, spellbinding eyes: one an emerald jade and the other a soft, plum violet. She seemed to not have any worries, or any gory schemes to achieve power.

"After that, you shall smear his blood onto the servants. No one, I promise you, no one will find out. It is perfect! You shall be King!" Lady Macbeth's dark eyes brightened when she spoke of murder. Although he liked when her face lit up, Macbeth could not help but remember how Lady Wynona's face sparkled when she talked of books and her travels, flowers and children...and love. Then Lady Macbeth's change in tone shook him into present time.

"Do you need to rest? Your eyes seem faraway and blank." Lady Macbeth looked strict. "Let us both sleep, it will help us decide what we shall do before Duncan arrives tomorrow afternoon." She eyed him curiously.

"Yes, I am quite tired, but I will think about the words spoken here tonight. I just need a moment on the terrace." Lady Macbeth nodded and Macbeth went outside.

"What am I to do?" Macbeth whispered into the starless night sky. He paced around the terrace. He was loyal to Duncan; he was his kinsman! What a greedy, selfish act it would be, to kill someone he regards with high respect in order to win a title for himself! Although, once King, Macbeth could do almost anything he wished. He would rule a country! Lady Macbeth was right, no one would ever find out. For how could they, when Duncan's blood was smeared on the servants?

Macbeth finally made his decision, and started to go back inside, when he heard a rustle in the nearby bush. Then he saw that memorable sparkle of green and purple come from within.

"Lady Wynona! How long have you been here?" Lady Wynona sheepishly stumbled out of the bush, covered in leaves.

"Not long. I supposed I'd visit you, and when I heard you and your Lady speaking inside, I guessed I'd just stay here and wait." she replied, avoiding meeting Macbeth's eyes.

"How much did you hear?" Macbeth's firm demand told Lady Wynona that he knew she had discovered the plan to murder Duncan. Lady Wynona, for the first time in Macbeth's presence, felt a bit apprehensive.

"Will you do it?" Lady Wynona finally stared back into Macbeth's eyes. In them, she saw something evil, something she did not think he possessed. The sweet Macbeth from the other night was gone, and there was a murderer in his place. But Lady Wynona did not want the old Macbeth to leave his body and let his soul be taken over by Lady Macbeth's foul intentions. "Please Macbeth," she begged, "don't let go of your true self. Look inside your heart and see what you want to become of your life, not what Lady Macbeth wants." Macbeth's eyes softened and he embraced Lady Wynona in their first kiss.

"That is very bold of you, my Lady." He whispered in her ear. "No, I do not wish to kill him, I see that now. I was going to do it because of my wife's convincing speeches. But how will she take the news? About Duncan? And...how shall I tell her that I wish to spend my life with you?" Lady Wynona gasped in silent, cheerful joy.

"Macbeth darling, come to bed now!" Lady Macbeth's sing-song voice sounded like a dagger piercing the flesh of a live pig at this moment. Macbeth and Lady Wynona exchanged fearful glances as Lady Macbeth approached. Lady Wynona started to dash towards her bush when Lady Macbeth let out a shriek.

"Who are you?!" she squealed. Then she seemed to regain her senses and calmly said, "No need to misunderstand, correct? However, let me ask you straightaway, are you the reason my husband's eyes seemed so glazed today?"

"She knows about everything. About Duncan..." Macbeth trailed off as Lady Macbeth's eyes grew wide. She stared at Lady Wynona, then approached her and slapped her face.

"How dare you spy on us?"

"My lady..." Both Lady Wynona and Lady Macbeth turned their heads to look at Macbeth. Macbeth pretended not to notice, but Lady Macbeth threw a death glare at Lady Wynona. "I have decided not to murder Duncan. It is for various reasons, of course, and that is my own, personal decision, and it comes from my heart." He glanced at Lady Wynona. "I wish to remain loyal to my King."

"You have had a hard time being loyal, my Lord." Lady Macbeth was hurting inside, more than she has ever hurt before. She hadn't even heard what Macbeth said about Duncan. She did not care if he was King now. Although, she didn't shed a single tear, and soon, anger overpowered that pain she felt inside. She calmly went back inside and took a knife out of the drawer by her bed.

Meanwhile, a panicked Macbeth and Lady Wynona thought about what they should do and say when they faced Lady Macbeth once more.

"We should just tell her that we are in love. The truth can hurt, but a fake love is worse than no love." This is what Macbeth loved about Lady Wynona. She was quick to think up a plan that did not involve anything gruesome.

"That is brilliant. You are brilliant!" Macbeth and Lady Wynona were almost drunk with happiness. However, they were too giddy to notice a feverish looking Lady Macbeth staggering towards them. As they embraced, she let out a cackle and stabbed Macbeth in the back, the knife piercing both him and Lady Wynona together.

"There," she yelled, panting, "now I stabbed you in the back, as you stabbed me!" Macbeth did not wish to have this voice as the last thing he heard before he died, so he whispered to Lady Wynona.

"Look," she gasped back to him, "we are dying together. We will go into the afterlife together!" They laughed gaspingly and exchanged a kiss before they breathed their last breaths, and then their hearts stopped beating.

The incredibly sweet exchange they had between one another drove Lady Macbeth wild with fury. There was now nothing more she could do to punish Macbeth and Lady Wynona. Lady Macbeth suddenly felt overpowered by what she had just done. She had killed the man she loved. She had lost her usual calm, controlled senses. She grabbed the sword and made an attempt to pull it out of the bodies, but it wouldn't budge. She felt sickened, and, defeated, slumped to the ground.

Suddenly, Banquo came onto the terrace. He viewed the scene with a horror stricken expression. Lady Macbeth started to cry.

"Macbeth went insane. He claimed to love this woman and then decided to kill himself and her in order to remain with her forever. I will carry this burden on my back forever!" Banquo, who had always loved Lady Macbeth, helped her to her feet. He pulled the sword out of the bodies with incredible ease and tossed it aside.

"It is never easy to forget the pain of deception, but perhaps I may help you ease it." Lady Macbeth glanced into Macbeth's face, and wouldn't dare to think of another man in her life but him. Lady Wynona had unknowingly ruined her plans and life with Macbeth. Now she had ruined Lady Macbeth herself, as well.

"No. Thank you for your kind offer, but I am the one who killed them. And that I cannot forget. I cannot live with that guilt." For a moment, Lady Macbeth seemed to be her own, strict self. But then her voice quivered, and as she picked up the sword, she looked helpless, scared, and lonely. Banquo was too shocked to stop her from stabbing herself in the heart. He let her die in his arms, and her last words were words that only Macbeth, Lady Wynona, and Lady Macbeth could understand: "Long live King Duncan."