Sir Banquo Monologue

An entrance to the queen’s bedchamber, no doorway deserves its splendor more. Even the rising sun recognizes the royal, greeting the queen through the stained-glass pane opposite of her door. The brilliant colors painting the cold stone floor and the mountain of decorations surrounding the door. Reminding me of my duty by illuminating the coating of dust they have gathered. I firmly grip my cleaning utensils, and prepare to confront my sworn enemy once more. I begin picking out the utensils for dust removal while I stumble to the wall lining the entrance of the hall, setting down the tools unneeded tools. I stop for a moment, having noticed the rapid footsteps of someone ascending the stairway. Embarrassed, I freeze in the corner alongside
The death of sir Banquo, he was murdered. By two of the most powerful people in the kingdom, the same two I overheard. The same two I serve, the same two that can make a lowly servant such as I disappear with a snap of their fingers. A death that could be as gruesome and painful as they wish. For the two capable of killing sir Banquo, it is likely they wouldn’t even flinch for one such as I. For one such as I, a whim is all that it takes, for the little I have just overheard, far more than enough.
The kings voice once more echoes through the wooden door: “Come; it is time to eat, we can continue later, for now we fill our stomachs and prepare.”
The queen reluctantly gives a brief agreement, and footsteps begin to resound in my head. I gasp for air as I realize what the footsteps mean. Just to be greeted once more by my now airborne nemesis filling my throat instead. I begin coughing, the once quiet calm footsteps become loud; rapid. Teary eyed, I lash out at the decorations with my feather duster; knocking as much of the remaining dust into the air as