I was nothing but a stone, pretending to be human. No- I was too young and too insignificant to even acknowledge me as a make-believe 'human'. 'Quinta'... I didn't even deserve a name. I was just a number. But she was not from this world. To her, an insignificant child would be far more precious than the stone he could become. And she was determined to make me live to become human

A short piece born in the spur of the moment after reading a comment on Discord. May add others pieces in the future if the rational part of my brain fails once again to stop the madness.

SPOILER! Set after Rozemyne was called by the goddess of time to repair Ferdinand's thread (see the Hannelore's house of Lords fifth grade sequel). When she goes back to Alexandria, Rozemyne explains what happened to Ferdinand, facing with him the fear of losing each other. After a short exchange during an unguarded moment, Rozemyne is forced to rethink their relationsh