I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream and curse and collapse on the ground in an emotional, feminine way, but I couldn't do it. Instead, I briskly jogged down the stairs leading to the throne room, passing by curious Mazken and Aureals alike. I walked dreadfully slow, taking in the beauty of the night sky in The Isles. Everything was cast in a low, pink light and it captured my attention to the point where I didn't notice that Sheogorath was behind me.
"Layla?" He asked quietly.
I turned around and the tears that didn't want to come out, came out. He reached for me, but I stepped away. He was the Daedric Prince of Madness. One second he could apologize profusely and sincerely, and the next he could do it all over again. In all the books I pored into about Daedric Princes, he was the most alluring. I liked a little madness here and then, but he was just... indescribable to say the least.
"I want to apologize." He whispered and shooed away his curious minions.
"How do I know that you won't do it again?" I sniffed.
He smiled and shrugged. I wasn't sure if I wanted to laugh or kill him.
"Just go away." I whispered tiredly.
"Not until you forgive me."
"Fine, I forgive you, now go away." I growled in annoyance.
He simply crossed his arms and sighed. I had a feeling this was going to the calm before the storm.
"Layla Gallenus--"
He was starting to raise his voice now, but it didn't matter to me. Not anymore.
"Shut up!"
My voice was merely a shell of what I actually meant. I immediately shut my mouth as I watched the fire burn in Sheogorath's eyes. I was terrified of what would happen next, but I stood my grounds bravely like a woman. Before I knew it, a bright flash of white consumed my vision and I noticed that he had struck me with the base of his palm near my eyes. In the confusion, he grabbed my hair and dragged me up the staircase, with me screaming the way there. He threw the door open and dragged me across the throne room, with my screams being able to kill a siren. He roughly set me down in front of his throne, with Haskill wide-eyed, but silent.
"Layla." Sheogorath said in his warning tone.
"Sheogorath." I mocked.
Haskill looked away as I received another blow to the head. I gritted mt teeth together, despite the dizziness and darkness that spun before me. I felt his hands wrap gently around my wrists, and I knew he was in another mood swing. This time it was his compassionate side taking over.
"Please get up Layla." He said in an uncharacteristically soft tone.
"No." I replied in a fit.
"Stop acting childish." He said in annoyance.
"I am not being childish! You're an ass!"
"I'll make you get Layla if you do not." He said in another warning tone.
"Then make me!"
One of the biggest mistakes of my life, mind you.
He tugged hard which made me yelp. He spun me around roughly to face him as I shrugged my arms, making sure they were still in socket. I finally met his hard gaze and smiled.
"You didn't have to tug so hard." I chuckled.
"You didn't get up." He replied, not breaking the gaze.
"Yeah? So?" I retaliated.
I was trying to make him crazy...well, crazier anyway...and it seemed to work for now.
"So, I had to pick you up roughly." He stopped to smile. "And stop trying to make me crazy. You can't make The Daedric Prince of Madness go crazy."
I smiled and felt dizzy. I think Haskill caught me as I passed out from my concussion.