So, this is the Method to Madness, but I've gone through it and tweeked a few things.
Sheogorath turned to Martin with a manic grin and he gasped. "Rose?"
"Nay, I am me, the Mad One, Sheogorath. The first and only true Mad Dog." She answered from her Throne. One leg was draped over the arm rest and the other daggled just above the brightly coloured carpet in a careless manner. "And what would an Aedra want 'ere? Nothing of good comings I presume." Sheogorath said as she studied her staff with a sane intensity that had no right to her features.
Martin chose his words carefully, because he knew how easily Daedric Princes could become offended. "I came here wondering if I could perhaps find a friend of mine." The Mad One glanced up at him sharply, then stretched out her legs a little before answering the Dragon Born's words. "Perhaps. Or perhaps the one you are seeking is no longer a friend, or perhaps the friend- that- is- not is gone from this world and others and has passed into the Void." She then shrugged, "But that is just a 'maybe'. Just like how it was a 'maybe' or a 'perhaps' when they all debated about whom it was to take the Throne after you were gone. But that has been long since worked out, even if the man leading the Imperials is a fool."
Martin didn't know quite what to say to that. Sheogorath came to her feet and walked cautiously over to him, "Do you not know of what has transpired these past few hundred years. Martin?" She asked him softly. Martin shook his head and Sheogorath laughed manically.
"I thought not." She said, and the grin still graced her face.
She reached for him and kissed his lips, just as she had done before the final battle with Dagon.
So, what do you think?
D.P