Title: Word of the Day v. FFIV
Author: Garnet Eyes
Archived: fanfiction .net, livejournal .com
Last Updated: 03 Feb 2011
Summary: 30 September 1999 edition.
Rating: M
Characters/Pairings: Rosa, Kain x Cecil x Rosa
Author Notes: banal, adjective;
1. Commonplace; trivial; hackneyed; trite.
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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Undoubtedly, the courts believed Baron's queen to be a woman scorned by the knowledge of her husband lying with another. It was well known that Rosa would lay down her life for her king, and it must have pained her terribly to stand aside as Baron's paladin king bedded the head of his royal guard. Obviously, she was incredibly self-possessed to hide her emotions so well.

Rosa could have laughed out loud at the prospect. The courts expected that she would wish revenge for her husband's "poor behavior." What they didn't seem to realize, was that she found a great deal of pleasure in watching her dear, sweet husband squirming in fits of ecstasy under her dear, loyal guardsman. Cecil was always wound too tightly now that he had a kingdom to maintain, and there was something incredibly seductive about seeing him so helpless to his desires. Yes, she knew quite well of every single time that the dragoon entered the royal bedchamber; she was often in the room already, after all. The half-blood lunarian king was in no way deceptive about his dealings, and Rosa often joined them both. Oh, what rumors that knowledge would cause in the courts. She did not have to join, however, to enjoy the view. Kain had a strong, well-defined form, and his body spoke of incredible poise and utter dominance as he towered over Cecil's slighter frame. And Cecil was gorgeous with his moon-pale hair haloed around his head, the vivid blue bow of his lips parted in bliss-filled moans and guttural groans, his chest heaving and sweaty, his strong fingers digging into the larger man's shoulders, his wiry legs hooked in the crooks of the dragoon's elbows. It was different, yet completely the same, as when the paladin and white mage made love prior to Kain's return. Cecil moved in the same ways, made the same breathless sounds as he teetered on the cusp of his release, had the same deep blush trailing down his body from the pleasure of his joining, even uttered the same fluttering gasps when that spot on the left side of his neck was exploited. He was beautiful, any fool could see that, and Rosa certainly wasn't a fool.