Aw yes! This'll be fun! Hmm... It's almost like a one-shot, though I meant it to be headcanons... Maybe I'll make another.

It was the first Valentines day since Gangrel and Lucina sparked up a romance. To celebrate it, the closet romantic Mad King decided to take out the princess for a date. In secret, of course. Gangrel had suspicions that some rumors may have gotten around camp about the two of them, but he wanted to keep it at that, especially since Chrom... Well, let's just say we all know he wouldn't approve.

He saw the chance to slip away when Vaike and the two Khans of Regna Ferox--he really needed to learn their names--struck up a drinking contest of the ages at dinner. As the rest crowded around the table, Gangrel walked as inconspicuously as possible for a man of his height could past Lucina, whispering into her ear to meet him outside as he passed.

Lucina walked outside to see Gangrel holding a rag-tag bouquet of wildflowers, which he offered up almost sheepishly. When she asks where they're going, he simply grinned and took her arm, leading her out of camp to the nearby town.

Gangrel considered adding even more mystery as to where they're going, but figured it likely would look suspicious to the outside observer if he was walking a young woman with a blindfold around town at dusk. Instead, he simply respond to every query about their location with "You'll find out when we get there, princess" and a laugh. After all, she probably didn't know the town just yet.

They arrived at their destination, where the very lowest notes of a cello leaked out. "A dance hall," Gangrel informs her, second-guessing himself until he looks down and sees the excited light in her eyes.

They're not the most graceful at all. They step on each other's feet, go the wrong way, and trip over other people often. Lucina tries to reason that to the fact that there hasn't been many reasons to dance recently, but that doesn't seem to help. Either way, they have a good time just being with each other.

That is, until Chrom wanders in with his wife on his arm.

Gangrel spots him immediately and drags Lucina under a table. She, like any reasonable person would, questions this, to Gangrel's dismay, especially when he sees a familiar pair of blue boots approaching. In a last ditch attempt to stop the oncoming disaster, he claps a hand over her mouth.

Chrom nearly broke the plate of hours d'oeuvres over the former king's head when he found him sprawled awkwardly over his daughter, hand covering her mouth and eyes wide.