(Fleance runs into a room, looking worried)
Fleance: Where’s Donalbain? I’ve been looking for him all over. He went with Macduff and hasn’t come back. The coronation is in less than an hour. What am I going to do? Who knows what Donalbain will do? He’ll be furious, that’s for sure. Maybe there should be extra guards, just in case.
(He shakes his head)
Fleance: No, what am I thinking? Donalbain wouldn’t hurt his brother. Surely his ambition wouldn’t go that far. But Macbeth was King Duncan’s cousin, and he barely thought twice. Donalbain isn’t Macbeth! I don’t really know much about Donalbain. Since I don’t know much about him, I don’t know how he’ll react.
(Servant walks in)
Servant: Sir?
Fleance: Oh! Hello, what is it? Is the king’s brother back? Or Macduff? Is something wrong? I just know there’s something wrong.
Servant: No! I just came to tell you that the coronation is going to start soon, and the king would like to speak with you.
Fleance: Alright then. God save our souls.
(Servant looks puzzled)
Servant: Sir. . . Is there something wrong? Would you like me to fetch a doctor?
Fleance: No, no, I’m fine. Tell the king I’ll be there momentarily.
Servant: Yes sir.
(Servant leaves)
Fleance: Please, don’t let history repeat itself.
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Macbeth, Act 6
FanfictionMacbeth is dead, but there's still one more prophecy that needs to come true.