Background: Born to a small and weak noble family ruling over a small island, Galvin was raised in the interesting place of being the bottom of the top. Looked down by his peers, yet envied by isolated population of his island. It only became more complicated when his father fell ill after a grievous wound became infected and forced the 14 year old Galvin to take over finances during his father's incapacitation. Still, as luck would have it, he was born with a natural sharpness that allowed him to not only balance the books but also broker agreements with more powerful neighboring nobles to actually improve his standing over the years. After his father recovered enough to return to being lord of the estate, an impressed marquis offer his [link=https://www.wallpaperflare.com/static/247/221/95/shingeki-no-bahamut-anime-angelic-noble-shingeki-no-bahamut-shadowverse-wallpaper.jpg]third daughter's hand in marriage[/link] to the now 18 year old Galvin, who will be taken under the Marquis's wing as a pseudo apprenticeship. During this time Galvin learned formal techniques for bookkeeping and other methods of managing the lands. Perhaps more importantly, the marquis taught him the importance of military and how to handle that aspect of being a lord. Having completed the training, he was officially engaged to the marquis's daughter, and returned home for the first time in years to be married. However as he took a boat to his island home he couldn't help but noticed the storm clouds gathering on the horizon.
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You're barely conscious as the storm continues to get worse, the cold and wet around you is strange, you're pretty sure you should be in bed, no matter how bad the storm is rocking the boat. Your mind drifts out of focus once more, and you find you're in much better shape, the ground seeming to be solid once more, although your pillow is now very gritty. You'll need to wash it, just after this nap.
When you finally come to, your mind actually focusing properly, you hear a soft, routine grunting, and your feet are being kicked back and forth on occasion. Looking around, you realize that what's going on is you're being dragged somewhere. Looking past your back, you see a dark skinned woman with white hair and red eyes pulling on a giant leaf that seems to be what you're resting on. She doesn't seem to notice you're awake, and you've got a moment to study her, the strange antennae on her head drawing your attention. Is she a monster girl?