Title: Word of the Day v. FFIV
Author: Garnet Eyes
Archived: fanfiction .net, livejournal .com
Last Updated: 03 Feb 2011
Summary: 13 September 1999 edition.
Rating: M
Characters/Pairings: Rosa, Kain x Cecil x Rosa
Author Notes: paucity, noun;
1. Fewness; smallness of number; scarcity.
2. Smallness of quantity; insufficiency.
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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Rosa smothered a smile behind her hands as she walked in on her royal guard snoring, sprawled out on top of her equally unconscious husband. This rather explained why Cecil was late to his morning meeting; she really did not wish to wake him, considering how deprived of sleep he was on most days. It was all too rare for the paladin to actually have a morning to relax and rarer still for the same to be true of Kain. Now that the holy dragoon was back, he was determined to whip Baron's Royal Dragoon Guard into shape and that took a great deal of time and effort; not one soldier was anywhere near the level of perfection that their reinstated Lord Commander expected of them.
Kain snorted but did not stir, and Cecil responded with a soft murmur without showing any other hint of rousing. Rosa could tell from the outline of their positions under the covers that her husband was likely to be sore and in need of a bath before he did anything else, and she briefly contemplated preparing one for him before she shook her head and left the royal bedchamber to the unconscious men. It wasn't often enough that either Cecil or Kain was given a chance to sleep until fully rested, and she was not helpless. The courts could very well deal with her authority as an extension of the crown, or they would be very, very unhappy by the time she was through with them. To say nothing of what Cecil would say and Kain would do once they found out about any rudeness toward her.