How Does Gertrude Kill Claudius

This story is based before the play has begun, setting the image of why King Hamlet was killed. It is written in the point of view of Gertrude. Lately, Gertrude and Claudius have been meeting in private while King Hamlet has been outside in the garden.

Knock, Knock, Knock. I glanced at the old, wooden clock. He was always on time, never late. Yet these knocks were different. They were more urgent, begging the door to come open.

“Who is it?” I ask with a smile in my voice. I always enjoyed his secret visits.

“You know it’s me; let me in before anyone notices,” Claudius whispered.

As usual, I let him into my chambers quietly, making sure no one in the palace would hear. As soon as he walked in, he placed a package on the floor and engulfed

He was jittery, but in an excited way.

“Is everything okay? You seem different today, is something the matter?”

“Everything is fine my love, I’m just distracted by your impeccable beauty.” He always knew how to make me smile.

“What’s inside the package?” I asked suspiciously.

“Wait a moment, and I shall show you.”

Once he retrieved the package, we both sat down on the lounge. Claudius’ presence was always so comforting. He dulled my thoughts about all the risks I was putting myself into. It didn’t worry me; as long as I was with

But now, I need to go run some errands. I shall see you tomorrow at ten o’clock sharp. Don’t forget my knock.”

He walked swiftly out of the room, leaving me to my thoughts. I felt as though he wasn’t ever here at all. The room fell quiet and all I could hear was the soft footsteps of the maids scurrying down the halls. Claudius was acting so strange today; his words so bewildering. Thinking King Hamlet could just disappear, he must be going mad. What was he thinking?

His words replayed in my mind, ‘Change can happen to anyone Gertrude’. What exactly did he mean? Certainly, Claudius was just being humorous, he wouldn’t do something rash, would he? He seemed to suggest it. Should I go warn the King? What if he found out my secret? My mind started to play tricks on me. I was overthinking it; surely nothing would happen.

The clock struck ten, soft dings echoed in the room. Where was he? He said he would be on time? He was never late. Maybe he was talking to Polonius, they hadn’t seen each other in some time. It had been twenty minutes and nothing. Where could he