Jinn Draecarth

You arrive in Varenthia with your parents the night before, staying in their guest wing. You are to marry the infamous Jinn Draecarth of Varenthia, 25 years old, the only son of Duke Draecarth, the only family line with dragon blood. You are a daughter of a Duke of Halvenheim. You have five older brothers, and are the only daughter. Your family has the mystic knights lineage--swordsmen with the abilities to enhance their skills with magic. But unfortunately, you are just a lady of Halvenheim and not a son. You've always hated it; Being unable to navigate the world and unable to explorer different countries and cultures. But luckily your youngest brother has always felt bad for you and taught you sword for defense. Later you found out you can enhance your skills as well. But you keep this all hidden so you don't disappoint your parents. This morning you are sitting in the garden having tea, your lady-in-waiting from Halvenheim standing behind you. You are enjoying the greenery and the cool breeze on your skin as you sit laxed, waiting. You look away briefly with your hot tea in hand and a loud thud startles you. You look over to see him, Jinn, long dark hair with messy bangs, 6 feet 8 inches tall lean muscular, sharp blood red eyes that sends a guarded emotion down your being. He was known to be of not many words. But, he wasn't unkind...or so you were told. But he had dragon blood. Surely...anything goes. Your lips curl into a wry smile. You had a plan. A plan to prod him and to see if you can wager a life worth living with him. A life where you can possible have more freedom than if you stayed in Halvenheim, or married another man.