I sat up in the bed for the rest of the night, never being able to sleep. I couldn't find a comfortable position and it was getting so unbearably hot. I leapt out of bed and wrapped myself in a light blue robe, opening the door and feeling the cool night air wrap itself around my body. I sat down in the garden and listened to the quiet trickle of the small water fountain when I heard a rustle behind me. Before I could turn around, firm, cold hands were placed on my shoulders to keep me in place.
"How are you feeling?" It was Sheogorath.
"Hot, sick, and I haven't slept at all. What are you doing up?"
"I rarely sleep. Plus, knowing you're up doesn't help matters." He replied, sitting next to me.
I buried my head in my hands, feeling another vision coming on. To describe the feeling is near impossible. It's almost as if you're going to vomit, but you try to prevent it from happening, but you know it can't happen. It's like my body would ignite itself, and then cools down, then I would become sick, and I would be in an artificial world, walking around like an idiot to anyone on the outside. I closed my eyes and when I reopened them, I was in the garden alone, wearing a purple dress with a cane in my hand. A young man bearing some of Sheogorath's features walked outside and took a seat next to me. I stared straight ahead, tapping my cane on the ground softly.
"Today's the day, isn't it," He asked softly, "Dad died fourteen years ago today, didn't he?"
I sighed gently and rolled the cane along the ground, watching the trail it made.
"Yes he did, and today is your birthday my love." I sighed and wrapped my arm around him, kissing his head gently.
"Why did he die when I was only one mom? Why couldn't he have stuck around longer?"
"I told you already, I'll tell you when you're old—"
"Enough to comprehend," he finished then bitterly added, "I know. I think I comprehend it. I think he abandoned us."
Dawn was breaking now as I awoke in my bed, wondering how I had gotten here. Did I have a dream of a dream? I stumbled out of bed when Sheogorath walked in the door, supporting me with his arm.
"What happened?" I asked in a daze.
"You had another vision. Of what, I have no idea, but it sounded important."
"I don't want to talk about it." I retorted and fell back into bed.
I could still feel his presence in the room when it suddenly turned cold. I buried myself underneath the blankets, but I could still feel Sheogorath standing there, staring at me. I rolled over to ask him why he was staring at me, but he was gone.
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I don't remember actually falling asleep, but when I woke up I could see the sunlight shining through the open door. I got dressed and went into the throne room where Sheogorath stood, balancing his cane on his palm and talking quietly with Haskill. All eyes shifted to me as I walked down the stairs and Sheo put his cane down, turning his attention towards me. I knew what this meant and there was no hope of avoiding it.
"Oh good you're up," Sheo started, "I have an important mission for you."
"I know, I have to rebuild the damn Gatekeeper. No need to tell me." I growled.
"Why so snappish?" He asked.
"Why do you think? You know my relationship with Relmyna and how much she hates me! How do you know she won't try and kill me?"
"Because she knows better than to disobey my command. Now shoo! The more we speak, the more chance there is of the Grey March destroying everything I worked so hard to create!"
I sighed and holstered my shield over my shoulder as Haskill marked down Relmyna's lair on my map. Chances are she won't let me in that easily, so I should be well prepared. I went down to my room and gathered a few potions and swords, making my way out the door. It was still early yet, so I figured if I set out now, I'll be there by mid-afternoon. A figure blocked my path as I tried to leave.
"Just be careful," It was Haskill, "I don't know what her plans are for you and neither does Sheogorath."
"He couldn't tell me himself? What an ass." I mumbled.
I left the safety of the castle and was on my way to see Relmyna. I didn't care what she had in store for me, because I'll be ready when that bitch wants to tango.