My schemes got me far, but Edgar lived to discover my treacheries. He revealed my plans to Albany, and when confronted, I foolishly agreed to duel Albany's champion. Little did I know it was Edgar himself who wielded the sword. I was always a little sloppy on my fencing, and all this scheming and princess lovemaking prevented me from doing regular exercise. So it is no surprise when my brother who was out there braving the wilderness and probably fighting off bounty hunters and brigands, managed to gut me like a pig.
As I speak, blood flows from my stomach and Goneril's shrill cries pierce my ears. I deserve this. Karma finally caught up, and I paid the ultimate price. At least it was by my brother's hand and not some lowborn peasant like Cornwall's assailant.
Edgar and Albany will seize my laptop and continue further questioning soon. I fear I won't last to tell them what they need to know.
-Edmund
P.S. I could just leave a note here and hopefully they can read it!
Edgar & Albany,
I had a soldier take Cordelia and the King to a nearby dungeon and arranged for her execution. Make haste and save her! In my last hours I choose to try and cancel my final scheme...
FAREWELL!
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