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A/N: And Gerome finds out gets a second chapter! Gonna break the gameplay and bend the story a little here, so don't get too mad! Upping the rating to M just to be sure. There will be a chapter 3 coming soon to conclude Gerome's lovestory! Then I'll start working either on a Radiant Dawn fanfic or will retell some parts of Awakening from MU's point of view. Expect more AvatarxCherche if the latter!

Update! Modified a little something in order to add an extra scene in next chapter! Coming soon!

The wyvern knight showed up on his sister's suitor's tent, and the young man had barely the time to say a friendly greeting before noticing that Gerome was carrying his axe in hand, with an angry look.

Inigo then backed up, and Gerome said: "So I've heard you've been courting my sister. Inigo, you know I wouldn't just let that happen without my approval, right?"

Inigo stammered: "B-but, your father…"

"Yes, but she's also MY sister you know."

Inigo, somehow, took a braver stance: "I shall not retreat in my advances. Here is the proof that I truly love Morgan, and you won't make me lament those words, no matter what pain you inflict upon me." He then showed a ring to Gerome.

The wyvern knight showed a smile, saying: "Well, then. If you are serious, you have my approval."

"Thanks, Gerome."

As Gerome left the tent, he had heard Inigo draw quite a long breath of air. The wyvern knight had caused the desired effect.

His encounter Lucina hadn't been so successful, and Gerome needed to talk to the army's tactician, his father. The sun had set, and Gerome neared his father's tent, finding the present Minerva outside. No sounds seemed to come from it, yet light could be seen coming from the inside. The young man approached the tent's closed entrance and said: "Father, can I come in?"

Within a couple minutes, his father rushed out of the tent. Gerome then looked at him, and said, surprised: "Father?" The tactician looked rather messy, his hair disordered, sweaty, and his cloak seemed rather misplaced. Then Gerome noticed. As the tent's entrance moved back into its own place, he gasped as he noticed a pile of armor on the ground. Female armor, made for fighting while mounting a wyvern. He gasped.

His father then looked, reddened, and said: "Ok, can we talk about this in, let's say an hour? Meet me in the sparring fields." His father then entered back the tent.

Gerome flew around with Minerva, to clear his head, but staying away from the tactician's tent. As the hour ended, he arrived, the only nearby person being his father. "Anyone could have walked in! In any case, how didn't I hear anything while being so close?"

"I had Miriel experiment on the modifications on sound based on wind magic, to make the war council tent soundproof. Of course, after we succeeded, Chrom and a few others asked me to implement it on their tents. I did so to mine too, of course."

Gerome was shocked. His father then, more relaxed, said: "Now, what's bothering you? The thing that was bothering you before you caught us in the act."

Gerome then changed to a more serious matter: "Father, I couldn't ask Lucina to marry me."

"Why?" His father seemed a little confused, and intrigued.

"I approached her, the two of us alone, and she seemed worried. Lucina told me that Cynthia was very lonely, with everyone dating around in our free time. It would have been terrible had I proposed. I then smiled at her and told not to worry, and came here. Did you forget about pairing her up?"

His father then looked surprised, and said: "Wait, let me see: Laurent with Nah, Brady with Noire, Owain with Severa, Yarne and Kjelle, and…Oh, damn it." The strategist placed his hands on the face.

"Father?" The tactician seemed completely immersed in thoughts.

The wyvern knight heard his father then say, more calmly. "Cynthia wishes to become a hero, right? What would be best than for her to fall in love with one, with blue hair and a legendary weapon that is amongst us?"

Gerome almost instantly said: "Priam!?"

"Yes, now, can you guess how we'll pull it off?"

"We?"

"You know the secret now; it's no longer just me. I get caught on this; you will also get dragged with me." His father let a laugh. Of course he wouldn't let his son get in trouble. He wouldn't, right?

"So I guess we should convince one of them about someone that looks like the other?"

"Yes. I'll go talk to Cynthia about how there is a man that sports dark blue hair, just like her, and how heroic he is with his ancient, mythical blade."

"And what shall I do?"

"Go talk to Priam. Duel him if it's necessary to get to chat with him alone, and get him tipsy, not drunk. Talk about how happy you are with Lucina, and how great it feels to hold a feather-weighted princess with blue hair in your arms, as you feel the love flow."

"And then?"

"I'll schedule for them to meet somewhere tranquil, and let the thing start to bloom. Have them fight together for a few battles, and ta-dah! Next thing we know, they are getting married."

"I'll take care of it tomorrow."

His father then smiled at him, and said: "That's my boy. Also, don't forget to propose to Lucina after Cynthia looks happier, and, if you are going to want to consummate before the ceremony, don't forget to get me to soundproof your tent!"

"Father!" Gerome became red again.

Gerome had recently started sleeping more peacefully, his relationship with Lucina starting to solidify, pushing away his nightmares from the past. But now, a rather terrific image disturbed the knight: his parents engaging in intimate relationships. The image suddenly changed, however. Now Lucina was on his bed, her smallclothes the only thing that remained on her. She was smiling at him, her arms extended towards him.

The wyvern knight woke up, his face fully red. His father's suggestiveness had slipped into his mind. During breakfast, which he used to spend with Lucina and Owain, Gerome avoided staring directly at the former; lest his face revealed his mind's thoughts.

"What's bothering you, Gerome?" Lucina now seemed worried about him. Gerome had stayed far too silent.

Gerome didn't try to cover his nervousness. Instead, he decided to claim a secondary cause, if not more disturbing: "Last night, I walked on my parents in a rather private…erm…situation."

The cousins looked at him with a slightly shocked face. Owain then said, a grin on his face: "Well, I guess that was bound to happen. At least you are the most mature of us. I am imagining Yarne, Morgan, or Inigo screaming around the camp with shocked looks on their faces." The myrmidon then left his bowl on the table, and said: "I need to go meet my darling. See you later."

Gerome and Lucina then overheard a "Good morning, owner of my heart!" being answered by a rather faint "Morning, dear" before hearing the same voice become louder, but now saying "You are late! Why don't you spend more time with me instead of your cousin and your friend! Don't you know how much I love you?"

Gerome saw Lucina gracefully cover her mouth as she let a small laugh out, as she blushed a little. "So, Gerome, any plans for the day?"

"Yes, actually I was going to ask you a favor. I am going to ask Priam for a friendly duel later today. Would you mind going to see me fight? I'd feel more confident in my capacity with you by my side."

"You don't mind me bringing Cynthia with me, right? That might cheer her up." Lucina smiled majestically as she said this. Gerome could do nothing but to accept.

"I'd have no objection on that." Gerome's mind was going crazy as their eyes met. Forget the dream-forget it-forget it! Gerome then waved goodbye to her, but as he was about to leave, he saw her approaching him, giggling.

"Here." Lucina tied her handkerchief delicately around his wrist. "So that you don't forget that I'm also always by your side." Both of them blushed, before Lucina ran away, a cheerful smile on her face. The knight felt himself at the top of his morale. Lucina's scent still emanated from the handkerchief, and he felt the fabric's softness with his other hand. The day was bound to be great, with such a good start.