My darling wife, I’m writing to keep you updated on my current affairs. Just twelve hours ago, I was amidst the waves of battle. You will be pleased to hear that I received no heavy injuries. I did however manage to give that traitor, Donwald, a fatal blow.
It was not long after that when I came upon three of the strangest beings I have seen. They resembled hags, old and withered, yet their speech told me different.
They referred to me with three titles; Thane of Glamys, Thane of Cawdor and then the most impossible of all. King. As you can imagine, I was most disturbed. Ok, I am the Thane of Glamys, but Cawdor and King! I just presumed they were mad. I was soon proved wrong.
It was not long after when a message from the King was sent to say I had been appointed the title of the Thane of Cawdor. I was still so unsure because the Thane of Cawdor is alive! However, because of the treachery, the king has given me the title.
Upon this, I have realised that the old Hags were speaking not lies, but words of truth. But to follow their words would mean that I was to be King. Such thoughts have riddled my mind with terrible thoughts! Some have been so deep, I have actually been considering them. I will explain more soon.
Your Adoring Husband