Notes: This takes place between Lucina's Lost Child Scroll and the Grimleal children's Book of Spares. And will run for three chapters, one each day, as is my custom :)

Stats: Requests are officially over for wave two of the Receive and Request Saga. 78 ships have been gathered (nearly 4 times the first wave!), I haven't taken a final word count yet but I expect it will be high as well...

You can still make requests, though, but they will be for a later date :D (I cannot say no to all of you, you're the best!)

Grima let her dragon form vanish; it took more energy than it seemed to keep it out in the open. She gracefully landed on Plegian soil by the sea, trying not to growl in anger. She had been counting on Naga's Sheep bringing her unused vessel over, and had felt them approaching... when suddenly they turned around and marched back to Ylisse. She had waited, but they never came back her way.

"Just what do these mortals think they're doing?"

Teleporting was easier than flying, and in one try, she was standing in the gardens at Ylisstol castle. The trees were bare, and there was some snow on the ground. She sneezed.

"Where is that girl?" she hissed as she raised her hood and held the coat closed in tighter. "This body can only stand so much... brrr... cold."

She could feel her avatar's presence in a room inside, and another teleport later, she stood in a fancy chamber, warm thanks to its fireplace. She sighed in relief and walked over to the bed.

"Normina? If this is another rant of yours," Robin groaned, turning around to face the Fell Dragon unknowingly, "oh. You're not the queen."

"Is that all you're going to say?"

"Well... I could scream for help, I guess."

"Don't," Grima spat, sitting down beside the miserable looking woman. "I have been waiting for you and Naga's Sheep..."

"Chrom's Shepherds."

"...to come over and attempt to defeat me. Which you wouldn't have managed to do, I mean, but I was waiting for you to show up!"

Robin sighed, rolling her eyes. She shifted on her bed a bit, apparently in pain. "Sorry, Miss Wings of Despair, there were more pressing matters to tend to."

"Such as?"

"I'm having a baby."

"Ew! How dare you do that to my body?"

There was a little satisfied smirk on her failed vessel's lips that was incredibly annoying to her. "I haven't told you the best part."

"Keep it."

Grima's eyes went all over Robin's body, covered by fluffy blankets. She was weakened by her condition, really vulnerable. She could easily be beaten and taken away...

"I'll scream if you try anything."

"You say that as if anyone can stop me."

"I assure you Chrom keeps an ear trained on my room. And he has the Falchion."

"...you slept with the prince, didn't you?"

Robin's amused giggles sent disgusted shudders down Grima's body. "You ruined the surprise!" Humans were the very worst!

"I will leave you to your gross endeavor. I already waited a thousand years, I can wait a few months more. It is nothing at all. I will have you and your spawn then," she threatened, standing up and going to the window.

Her avatar was glaring at her now, she saw her reflection on the windowpane. "We will fight back if you try. No matter what you try, I will find a way to win."

"Sure thing," Grima chuckled darkly, facing Robin one last time, then teleporting away.