Macbeth's Memoir

The past few days were a surreal blur. Our beloved king was murdered and replaced by the seemingly innocent Macbeth. Several days later, the news of Banquo’s death reached the castle. It can’t be a coincidence. I have been living at this castle for exactly four months now after my father decided I should finally find a husband achieve something for the family. I have no intention of marrying, the mere thought of having to spend the rest of my life with someone that sees me as his object makes me ill. But I still have to put on a smile and act pleasantly. The life at the castle is tough. Back home I was able to read and go outside, here it is all about social gatherings. I envy my younger sisters. They still have time until they are shipped off like a pricy cow.
Our new king, Macbeth is holding a dinner in dedication to the recently deceased Banquo tonight. My mind wanders to my his soon Fleance, who was heard to have escaped the attack on his father. I hope he is okay. I’m sitting at a table for the nobles to the left of the main table with Macbeth and his