Macbeth Prequel
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- On the night of King Malcolm's party...
- You would make for a great king my son.
- Never as great as you father. After all, you're the great King Malcolm
- Oh stop, save that talk for the other nobles. Look, your brother is over there.
- He is jealous of my future title. I am sure of it
- He has been quite upset for some time now. Try not to think of it.
- Who knows what he is capable of.
- Calm yourself. Yes it is done.
- Have you done it?
- I hope it was worth it...
- Good. My father has been drinking himself blind.
- Thank you all for coming here today! As you all know, my eldest son, Duncan. Will soon become king.
- May his life be long and prosperous. I believe he will be a great kin-
- *Cough* *Cough
- *Gaaaspp*
- SEND FOR HELP!
- FATHER!
- IT'S POISON! THE KING HAS BEEN POISONED!
- Stop! Don't move!
- I'll find who did this to you, I swear it.
- Take your mother, and leave this castle immediately! Before you are put to death!
- No! It wasn't me!
- Do as we say, now!
- A few months later...
- They wouldn't cut a deal with me.
- Nevermind about you're weapons for now. Come look at this.
- What is it?
- Someone seems to have found a lead. They say they heard talks of a small boy who had helped your brother kill Malcolm.
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