Beautiful Insanity (A Skyrim/Oblivion Fanfiction) ((ORIGINAL))

Stories

A/N: I'm not racist towards Khajiit, I love them. Thiiiiis chapter wasn't supposed to beeeee this long... But I wrote a really damn cool story in it. It goes in depth on how *spoiler spoiler spoiler* and the *spoiler* became *spoiler* and *spoiler*.

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((Regina's POV))

I groaned, slowly waking up. I propped myself up and stared around. Where am I? The last thing I remembered was the Elytra. This isn't Sovngarde. Mother described it to me. This is... the Madgod's throne room. Why is there a bed in here? And why am I in it?

"Good morning, little mouse. Or should I say, good afternoon." The familiar twang of Sheogorath's accent made me turn my head. The Daedric Prince was on his throne, leaning his head on his staff in front of him. I began to panic.

"My Lord, I tried to come as soon as I heard you, I promise!" I jumped out of the bed and stumbled, my legs too weak to carry my weight so soon.

"What were you doing in Knotty Bramble, I must ask? After you left, I decided to torch it. Destroy it. It's all gone now. All of the Elytra, too. They never were my favorites. I prefer the Hunger and Skinned Hounds. And Haskill. He's one of my favorites."

"I'm flattered, my Lord," Haskill muttered, and I could have sworn he rolled his eyes.

"Answer me, Madame Regina. What were you doing out in the middle of nowhere?" I climbed to my feet, cheeks hot. I didn't want to answer, but I also wanted to escape this situation with my lungs intact.

"I-I was helping out one of the citizens in Crucible. She said she needed something called 'aquanostrum', Lord."

"And you believed her? Aquanostrum doesn't exist! It's a myth. Fairytale. Fiction. Made-up. Make-believe. But she made you believe in the made-up fictitious fairytale myth." I suddenly felt defensive.

"But she thought it was a miracle cure for some illness she thinks she has," I protested, instantly slamming my hands over my traitorous mouth. He didn't seem to care about my rebuttal and continued to stare with narrowed eyes.

"It's Bernice, isn't it?" he growled lowly, fingers tapping on the arm of his throne.

"Er... yes."

"Then you might as well give her that dirty scum water you nearly died for." There was a bitter edge to the Madgod's voice.

"Okay. But..." I hesitated. "What did you need me for, Lord?"

"...No reason. I think I forgot." I didn't push it, though I knew that he was lying. Either way, if I was safe, then I could leave the throne room-- and get away from the Daedric Prince.

"Then I'll... take... my leave," I said slowly, waiting for him to shout something else. When he didn't, I curtsied unsteadily. "Thank you for rescuing me, my Lord." Every cell in my body screamed for me to stay, pulling me towards him. I dismissed it as his charisma as a Prince. I couldn't get any further mixed up in the business of Sheogorath. Just as Ma always said, Princes were unpredictable and fickle, able to switch between kindness and cruelty in the blink of an eye. Certainly Sheogorath was--

"Technically, Haskill brought you here. But healing you? My doing."

"Th-thank you both." I fled the palace, disliking the weight in my limbs. My brain was a bit fogged, I'd admit, but I ignored it and went to Crucible.

The Dark Seducers were everywhere. "Madgod's blessings." The saying got old after the first ten times I heard it.

It took me a few minutes, but I at last found the taphouse and went inside. Bernice lit up when she saw me. "Oh, it's you."