I awoke in a rather extravagant bedroom with red and blue flames casting shadows on the deep red walls. The bed I was in was split down the middle, one red and the other blue. I rolled around a few times, realizing it was dark and that my head hurt like crazy. I noticed on the nightstand was a bottle of painkillers and a glass of water. I looked at the ingredient label, and it clearly had aspirin in it. I whined at the thought of no painkillers, because everyone (except for Sheogorath, obviously) knew that you can't take aspirin when you have a concussion. I noticed there was a vanity on the other side of the room with some unlit candles, so I picked up a blue candle and lit the candles on the vanity, casting my face into a cool, blue light. I picked up a comb and gently brushed my silvery grey hair. I sighed at the thought of Martin and Jauffre, and Baurus. I missed them all, especially Martin. He's been gone for so long I believe I've forgotten what he looks like. I remember him telling me when I went into Paradise to come back successful or the world will burn beneath our feet. I brushed my hair, relishing the memories I had with Martin until the door opened. I looked to the door and noticed Haskill blocking the light.

"You're awake." He said quietly.

"Yes." I replied just as quietly.

He walked in and shut the door behind him, pulling up a seat next to me.

"Is this Sheogorath's room?" I asked as I continued to brush my hair.

"Yes. He put you in here when you passed out."

I nodded and put the brush down, wondering why in the Isles the Prince of Madness would need a hairbrush for. I put the thought aside and swiveled in the chair to face Haskill.

"Does he know I'm awake?" I asked gently.

"No, but figuring that I'm taking an awfully long time to check on you, he probably will figure out that you're awake in three...two.."

He didn't even make it to three when the light flipped on, practically blinding me and getting tackled to the ground with the chair falling away from me.

"Sire, the concussion!" Haskill warned as Sheogorath laid on top of me.

"You're awake!" He squealed.

"Yes," I strained under his weight, "I'm up and I'm alive."

"Oooh, that's good," He replied, "The healer said I had to poke ye awake every two hours. Or was it two minutes? Cows. Pretty puppies."

"Umm, what?" I was confused.

"Pretty space people." He giggled.

Wow, he ought to be the Prince of ADD.

Sheogorath eventually rolled off me and waved Haskill away. Haskill got the message and walked out, closing the door quietly behind him. Sheogorath's serious, but usually gentle, side took over.

"I know what I did was wrong." He said lowly.

Now it was his sad side. He was going through so many mood swings, I just hoped I wouldn't say anything that would make him want to hit me again.

"It's all my fault, you shouldn't even be here." He was starting cry.

Wait a second. Cry?! The Prince of Madness CRYING? I didn't even think it was possible!

"Don't cry Sheo," I whispered, holding his shoulder as he gathered himself into a ball, "I forgive you, there's no need to cry anymore."

Another mood swing. This time it was the arrogant, macho-man mood.

"I wasn't crying!" He shrieked. "Daedric Princes don't cry!"

I sighed explosively and stood up to leave. I couldn't take much more of this. As I touched the doorknob to leave, I felt a tug on my other arm. I turned around and saw Sheogorath looking pitiful. Great, another mood swing.

"Please don't go." He said quietly and pulled me down on front of him.

"What can you offer me?" I bargained.

He smiled wickedly.

"I can offer you many things."

"Such as..?"

"You'll be my champion," He whispered, "The one who will stop the Greymrach and save the Isles."

"Very tempting," I retaliated with a smile, "But you'll have to do better than that."

Again, he smiled wickedly. Not wickedly like before, but wickedly like I-know-your-deepest-secret wicked.

"Herdir, the one from Dementia, told me something about you, regarding me."

My face burned in a deep blush. I swear if I find Herdir, he is so dead.

"What did he say?" I asked shakily.

"That you love me." He replied quietly.

I fell onto the ground and groaned into the soft carpet.

"Is it true?" Sheogorath asked.

"Every word of it." I replied, muffled by the carpet.

I could just break down and cry, then run away and never come back. Before I could my plan into action though, Sheogorath picked me up by the collar of my shirt. He sat me in front of him and I couldn't read his expression. The closest I could get was that he was enjoying my embarrassment,

"Every word, you say?" He asked, almost trying to torture me.

"Yes." I quietly replied.

I was about to make up a lie on the spot, that I was drunk, but it was too late. I already said it and there was no going back. My thoughts were brought to a screeching halt when he kissed me.