Narrative Essay On Macbeth

I followed the sea of guests throughout the many halls of the castle, adorned with banners to celebrate the new king, my respected friend who had fought alongside me in battle. Led by the castle’s staff, as well as a fair share of guards, court members such as myself were guided to a separate room where we wait to enter the ballroom following the new King Macbeth and his Queen, Lady Macbeth. The hall echoed with the excited murmurs of the court members, and I could hear the guests in the next room over sounding equally as giddy to be attending such an important ceremony. After a few moments, I could tell that the guests had been let into the ballroom to take their seats and settle in to await His Majesty. A member of the castle’s staff motioned
However, they both looked slightly off. They were dressed to the nines in expensive garments, though they both looked mentally preoccupied. Perhaps it’s just all the fuss about the coronation, I thought to myself, Nothing to read too much into, they both just have a lot on their minds. I grew anxious to talk to and congratulate my old friend when I saw a man walk into the room and weave through the guests towards Macbeth. Macbeth nodded to the guests he had been speaking too then went to the corner of the room with the strange man and appeared to grow very concerned with what the newcomer was telling him. After a few moments, the man left and Macbeth’s demeanor grew ever more worrisome. Due to the congestion of the room, I was unable to reach Macbeth before we were signalled to take our seats for the first course. AS the guests, members of the court, and I sat down, I noticed Macbeth wasn’t seated yet, but instead staring at his throne with an expression of disbelief and horror. I heard him whisper sternly in the direction of his chair, “What are you doing here..? This is not possible...I settled this.” I turned my gaze to the other court members at my table and shared a confused look with the few who heard what I had. The guests were still murmuring and had not noticed. Lady Macbeth, now seated, took attention to Macbeth and said calmly, “Darling, take your seat, dinner
The guests seemed to take become aware now and turned to their new king. Macbeth then bellowed, “You should not be here!” He took two apprehensive steps back, still with his gaze locked on the chair. Some of the court members and I grew anxious and looked towards Lady Macbeth for an explanation. Lady Macbeth glanced around the room at all eyes on her and her husband, and stated calmly, “It’s nothing to be concerned about, do not worry. This happens on occasion. He gets these visions sometimes, ignore his behavior. Excuse me.” She grabbed Macbeth’s arm and lead him out into the next room