Shakespeare's Macbeth-Personal Narrative

Once, I have taken everything in I sit down at my assigned seat at the lengthy table. I'm merely four seats away from the king. He appeared so elegant in his coronation attire. Although everyone was celebrating not a single frown in sight, King Macbeth seemed odd. He was sweating profusely and had a face of shock. It seemed like he saw a ghost. I'm startled as I hear a quarrel. I turned my head to where the commotion was coming from, I notice King Macbeth doing what seems to be talking to himself. His scream is incoherent but loud enough to capture the attention of everyone at the dinner. the dining room fell silent and heads turned in his direction, the drop of a pin could be