A/N: I wrote this out of pure whimsy. It was a prompt, and I decided to make good on it. It's short. Almost miscroscopic. But I wanted to write something, and I haven't had the time in weeks…months…yeah…So here is my ten minute writing spree for the Christmas season. Lol.
The Misfortune of Mistletoe
Rosa wondered how long it would take for the visitors of State to notice the dangerous sprig of green she had hung above the door to the great hall. Dozens had walked beneath it, unaware, but she was counting on a certain king's keen observations, and the predictable company he would be keeping. For this year's Season of Blessing, she had decided to help him just once. The poor man had tried hard enough for the last three years; she could at least do this.
And sure enough, a line of visitors was now making their entrance, and Rosa saw among them, his head of silver hair accompanied by her emerald. Only a few steps more—but then a surprise shove!—and suddenly a bewildered fifteen-year-old with nut brown hair had taken the summoner's place in line.
And then it was Edge and Porom standing beneath the mistletoe. Rosa groaned, Edge grimaced, Porom gawked, and Rydia cried out in triumph.
That was unexpected, thought Rosa to herself. Well played, Rydia. Well played.