Title: Word of the Day v. FFIV
Author: Garnet Eyes
Archived: fanfiction .net, livejournal .com
Last Updated: 03 Feb 2011
Summary: 22 September 1999 edition.
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain, Rosa, Kain x Cecil x Rosa
Author Notes: recondite, adjective;
1. Difficult to understand; abstruse.
2. Concerned with obscure subject matter.
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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There were rumors in the courts, nowadays. Speculation, really, but the whispers lacked any malicious tone. People were surprised by their rulers' behavior, but they were unwilling to even voice a protest amongst themselves. Not to say that everyone was pleased to hear rumor that the Lord Commander of Baron's Royal Dragoon Guard was bedding the royal couple, but no one was foolish enough to speak ill in front of the king and queen, or even surprisingly enough the dragoon himself. Cecil unwittingly aided the speculation; he was rather hungry in the mornings, and that inevitably led to a good romp amongst the trio. While by itself that would give nothing away, the half-blood king tended to miss one or more details before he left the bedchamber to attend to his court, be it something as simple as mussed hair, bruise-plumped and purple lips, or unhidden sleepy satisfaction in his half-lidded gaze, or something as vivid as a bowlegged walk, an incorrectly positioned article of clothing, or a lingering scent of Kain's and Rosa's commingling musk and sex. Rosa was better about looking immaculate, even after their morning activities, and Kain was generally just as thorough about leaving nothing amiss, but it wasn't as though he could hide the fact that he went into the royal bedchamber every night and did not leave until morning.
Neither Baron's king nor her queen were the least ashamed of their liaisons with their royal guard, so the dragoon took heart that he need not be concerned with his devious behavior. The accuracy of court speculation was left to chance because, while the royals were not ashamed of him, they did not wish to expose their private lives to the public. Not even their son was fully aware of what activities his parents got up to with their personal guard. If no one understood the complexities of the trio's behaviors, well, it simply did not matter. Their lives were not simple in the first place, and it wasn't easy to notice all of the nuances amongst them, anyway.