Title: Word of the Day v. FFIV
Author: Garnet Eyes
Archived: fanfiction .net, livejournal .com
Last Updated: 12 Mar 2011
Summary: 11 January 2000 edition.
Rating: K+
Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain
Author Notes: sinecure, noun;
1. An office or position that requires or involves little or no responsibility, work, or active service.
Disclaimers: Final Fantasy IV is owned by Square-Enix and I in no way, shape, or form profit off of my writing. This is simply for my own pleasure, and may at any time be removed and/or modified as I see fit.
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Kain was rather sick and tired of the illegitimate blood princes harping on him about his cushy position as the king's "favorite." Cecil adored him, certainly, but the paladin expected Kain to pull his weight. The dragoon expected to pull his own weight, for that matter; he'd never accept a place like those cheeky bastards implied. He'd love for some of them to push for a place as dragoon knights, if for no other reason than sweet, sweet revenge. Let them argue about his worth when they were too exhausted to stand at the end of the day. But, of course, that would never happen. The remaining blood princes were louts; lazy men who floundered their money on frivolities and had nothing to show for their lives. Their mothers were grossly disappointed in them, looking instead to marry off their daughters to highborn homes to achieve the support their sons should have been giving them. Kain couldn't understand how they could dishonor their lineage so thoroughly by their behaviors. They were older than Cecil and they were the ones related to the royal line, yet it was perfectly clear that they were content to squander away all that they had, expecting their youngest sibling, the only "member" of their house to not have blood ties, to support them and their families ever after. Cecil was generous, but he only went so far when he saw no return. The king wasn't stupid.