A/N: So I did Flavia and FeMU's support logs long after I married her off with Chrom and this just popped in my mind. Just imagine:

[ Flavia walks up to FeMU's tent with a bouquet and runs into Chrom ]

Chrom: Hey, Flavia, nice flowers. Who are they for?

Flavia: Your wife.

Chrom: Whaaaa-

Lucina was not a regular eavesdropper. She just happened to be in the right places, at the right times. Or perhaps, in the wrong places, at the wrong times…

She disliked being eavesdropped on herself and was noble enough to try to give her allies the same kindness. However, when it concerned her mother and Khan Flavia, especially when the khan began exhibiting some… odd behavior, she couldn't tear herself away.

"I am very much an admirer of yours." she heard the khan say as she passed by her mother's tent and her ears (and curiosity) perked up. It was as if her feet had a will of its own as she moved closer to the tent, but not to the point where she was visible. "You are quick-witted, bold, and decisive. Everything a superior tactician should be."

Lucina exhaled silently. It was just a couple of harmless compliments. A feeling of guilt hit her as she realized she was eavesdropping and stopped pressing her ear against the side of the tent.

"Oh well… I'm honored by the compliment, Khan Flavia. Though in truth, I'm not accustomed to such high praise…" The corners of Lucina's lips curved upwards into a smile at her mother's modesty.

"Please don't dispense with the humility. I find it incredibly dull and, in your case, ill fitting. Besides, once this war is over, I want you to serve as my chief tactician."

Upon hearing that Flavia would tear her mother from her father's side, every muscle in the blue-haired princess's body tensed and she covered her mouth to muffle a gasp.

"Me…? Khan Flavia, I'm afraid that's simply not possible. I'm Chrom's wife, and, as such, the people of Ylisse expect me to rule beside him."

"I know what I ask of you is no small task, but I wouldn't ask this of you if I knew you weren't up to it. You could still rule Ylisse while working for me. Chrom takes care of most of the diplomatic duties anyways, am I right?"

"B-but still…! We have a daughter, you know that. With two kingdoms to account for, I'd certainly be kept busy and I won't abandon Lucina." Her mother continued with a hushed tone. "And eventually… we'd want a second child." she said, referring to their amnesiac son from the future who didn't yet exist in this time, Morgan.

"Ah… Well, I'm sure we'll be able to figure out an arrangement that works for everyone. After all, coming up with solutions is your specialty and I've never been known for easily giving up."

Lucina pitied her mother, as all she could do was politely smile and gingerly tip-toe around the subject.

"O-of course, Khan Flavia…"

It was seldom they had off-days. Whilst everyone else was resting, Lucina knew her mother was hard at work coming up with new battle plans and strategies. Like her father, Lucina would oft worry about her mother exhausting herself. There was no knowing when the dark-haired tactician would come out once she hid away in her tent.

Unfortunately, Chrom had been called away to Ylisstol on official business, so Lucina took it upon herself to check up on her mother. On the way to her tent, she spotted Khan Flavia headed there once again, clutching a bouquet of colorful flowers, which caught Lucina off-guard. What could Flavia possibly be doing? Her stomach began tying itself into knots as an unsavory thought creeped into her mind. She found herself leaning next to her mother's tent in no time.

"Ha! Look at you, Rayna! Everyone else is resting, yet here you are, studying battle maps on your own. You're not only skilled, smart, and brave- you're hard-working and diligent too!"

More compliments were thrown. Was she buttering up her mother?

"I'm just doing my job."

"Speaking of which, I brought you something from the town florist to help ease you a little." The tactician was presented with the flowers which immediately brought a smile to her face. Her long raven hair spilled onto her shoulders as she leaned in to sniff their delightful scent.

"Goodness, they smell lovely. Thank you very much." The blonde handed the bouquet over.

"I've been told that the fragrance of flowers soothes the soul and heals the flesh. You must remember to take a break sometimes and recover your strength. I don't want you keeling over before I've secured your services for myself!" Lucina frowned at the blonde's persistence.

"Are you truly serious about hiring me to serve Regna Ferox?"

"Of course I am! As a tactician, your judgement is supreme, and your talent both rare and true. Why do you think I have such love for you?!" Lucina's heart sank into the deepest pits of her stomach. Surely she didn't mean-

"W-what…?"

"In fact, I want you to join the royal family and help me and the people of Regna Ferox!"

"Er, what do you mean by that?" asked Rayna, unwittingly voicing Lucina's thoughts.

"Is it not clear?" There was no way the khan was suggesting she leave Chrom to marry her or join some sort of polygamous marriage between the two of them, was she? Oh Gods, Lucina hoped not.

"That is most definitely out of question. I'm happily married and, well, I'm a woman… and so are you!"

"Pah! So what if you're married? That's not an issue. Plus I've better things to do than worry about a person's gender, Rayna!"

With that, all of the color drained from Lucina's face. She didn't need to hear any more. She didn't want to hear any more.

Her mind went into a frenzy as she quickly fled. How could she? How could she blatantly court a woman; a married woman with children?

Not just any woman in fact, no, it just had to be Lucina's mother. It was so shameless! If she wasn't so enraged, she'd respect the khan's open-mindedness. At the very least, she took comfort in the fact that she knew her mother was very adamant in her refusal. As soon as her father returned from his trip, she planned on telling him of Khan Flavia's intentions.

"Wha- Are you sure about this?"

That was her brother's reaction upon hearing his sister's theory of Flavia attempting to court their mother. She found it hard to blame him as it did seem extremely bizarre and hard to believe.

"I heard what I heard." stated Lucina, sternly. "I couldn't believe it either, trust me, but we cannot allow her to do as she pleases."

The doubt was still clear in Morgan's eyes.

"She didn't directly say that she wanted to marry Mother, right?" he asked, making Lucina doubt herself.

"I-I suppose, but-"

"So, why not go ask her yourself?" She was taken aback as her cheeks flushed.

"Wh-what?! As if it were that simple! Why, I'd sound like a madwoman! Could you imagine? Me, going up to Khan Flavia, asking her if she intends on marrying Mother. I wouldn't be able to show my face around her anymore."

"Is it that much worse than possibly inciting a war between Ylisse and Ferox? You know how Father gets when it concerns Mother."

"Yes, but he's not that imprudent. He'd try to clear things up first, naturally."

"And you're saying you can't do that?" he asked with a smug smirk. Gods, she loved her little brother, but he could be trying at times… and correct as well, she admitted. She exhaled a sigh of defeat.

"...You're right. I'll go speak with Khan Flavia. Thank you for the advice."

"No problem, big sister!"

Now was an opportune time to talk with her. Lucina took in several deep breaths as she prepared to confront the blonde head khan. She willed her feet to move, heart racing with each step forward.

"Excuse me."

Flavia turned around to find none other than Chrom and Rayna's grown future daughter in front of her.

"Oh! Why hello, Lucina!" she greeted with a friendly grin. Lucina reciprocated it with a bow.

"I was hoping I could speak with you in private." Flavia tilted her head in curiosity, but obliged. They went to chat in Flavia's tent.

"Right. Now what's this about?"

"It's about my mother."

"Ah, Rayna. Your mother really is an exceptional one, isn't she?" Lucina nodded.

"Yes. She is. I sincerely apologise for eavesdropping, but I heard you wanted to hire her for yourself."

"Ugh, I hate it when people eavesdrop on my conversations, but, since it's you, you're forgiven. And yes, I did. Who wouldn't?"

"Thank you, Khan Flavia. And I also heard that you wanted her to join the Feroxi royal family."

"That's right."

"...You know she's married, right? To my father?"

An exasperated groan escaped Flavia and she pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Oh Gods… Don't tell me you thought I was trying to marry her too!"

"Wait... you weren't?"

"Gods no! I would never disrespect Chrom nor Rayna by doing such a thing! I was merely asking Rayna if she wanted to be my adopted sister."

A huge wave of relief washed over Lucina when Flavia announced that she wasn't attempting to steal her mother away… only to be replaced by complete embarrassment. Her face turned red as a beet and she hid her face in her hands shamefully.

"Oh Gods, I am so sorry! How- How awful of me! Not only did I breach your privacy by eavesdropping on your private conversations with Mother, but I accused you of such a blasphemous thing! I hope you can find it in your heart to-"

Flavia suddenly burst out in laughter. Lucina uncovered her face, looking at the blonde in bewilderment.

"Ease up, Lucina. All is forgiven. Like mother, like daughter. She, too, mistakenly thought I was asking for her hand."

"Is it really alright…?" The blonde roughly patted her on the back.

"Of course it is! Oh, wait until Chrom hears about this! He'll be off his arse laughing!"

She was going to tell her father?! Before Lucina could protest, Flavia was already out of the tent, still guffawing.

Lesson learned. This was what eavesdropping got Lucina into and she made a mental note never to do it again.