La noble femme qu'elle avait approchée s'était tournée vers elle et Rowan pouvait maintenant voir son visage. Un beau, jeune visage. Les yeux bleus. Et ces yeux regardaient son visage en arrière. Rowan sentit la curiosité commencer à fleurir à l'intérieur d'elle. Aucun de leurs invités ne l'avait regardée assez longtemps pour voir son visage. Soit ils ne se souciaient pas de regarder la petite servante, soit ils étaient trop occupés à regarder ce qui était sous son visage, discrètement bien sûr, ils étaient nobles après tout. Mais Rowan l'avait remarqué. Elle se sentait presque comme si, pour la première fois, un de ces nobles gens la voyait en fait comme une personne.
Mais le regard de la blonde sur son visage ne s'attardait qu'à un seul endroit, a remarqué Rowan. Et dans le battement de cœur suivant, elle a remarqué que c'était la joue qui avait reçu une gifle par la Madame plus tôt. Elle avait honte qu'elle se soit même permise de penser que quelqu'un dans cette pièce pouvait la regarder et regarder sous les vêtements de domestiques qu'elle portait. Métaphoriquement, bien sûr.
Rowan s'empresse de faire sourire ses lèvres assez brillantes pour se cacher qu'elle ait pu souffrir avant, mais pas assez brillante pour faire croire qu'elle était trop en avant, trop personnelle avec la femme. Gardez vos distances. N'attire pas l'attention. Tant de fois elle avait entendu ces mots.
Rowan pouvait sentir ses battements de cœur s'accélérer. Si la dame voulait attirer l'attention de quelqu'un que Rowan avait un léger signe d'une gifle sur sa joue, la nuit serait finie pour elle. Elle devait quitter la salle de bal et passer le reste de la nuit à travailler derrière des portes fermées où aucun invité ne la voyait et ne se sentait "consternée par son apparence".
Quand la femme lui a parlé, Rowan a été repris à nouveau. Elle s'est excusée. Et non seulement c'était une excuse, mais elle venait d'admettre qu'elle avait effectivement posé les yeux sur son visage pendant un peu trop longtemps pour être «appropriée». Sans oublier qu'elle avait appelé sa mademoiselle.
« C'est un plaisir pour moi de vous servir », répondit Rowan avec un sourire et un petit arc pour reconnaître l'autorité de la femme. Elle n'avait toujours aucune idée de qui était cette femme, mais maintenant elle avait regardé son intérêt. "Madame, vous n'avez pas à vous excuser." Un moment plus tard, elle a décidé de s'excuser. "Je suis désolé si je t'ai causé du malaise." La servante n'a pas essayé de commencer une conversation, il n'était pas à elle d'approcher les invités avec quoi que ce soit que l'offre pour les rafraîchissements et la nourriture. Ils demandent, vous répondez. Vous ne leur parlez pas autrement. Règles, règles, règles. La nuit était jeune et Rowan se sentait déjà avoir du mal à s'en tenir aux règles plus simples.
Sans avoir l'intention de le faire, ses yeux s'arrêtèrent sur deux autres invités qui avaient des problèmes avec un gardien, mais la situation semblait résolue et ils avaient l'air plutôt détendus dans leur conversation. Rowan espérait qu'il n'y aurait pas de plaintes des deux nobles. Les plaintes ne se sont généralement pas bien terminées pour les personnes travaillant pendant cette période très importante. La femme a attiré son attention une seconde. Rowan pouvait entendre la musique jouer si doucement, ses yeux dérivent vers la piste de danse et dans sa tête elle pouvait voir quelqu'un la tirant au milieu de la pièce et valse avec elle et rien d'autre que la belle danse comptait. Mais ce n'était pas sa réalité.
Ses yeux retournèrent vers la femme devant elle. Bien que ses yeux errants aient été loin de l'attention de la femme blonde pendant quelques secondes, elle savait qu'elle n'aurait pas dû laisser sa curiosité sur la situation avec le gardien obtenir le meilleur d'elle. Ne pas prêter toute votre attention à un invité, encore plus s'ils vous parlaient, a été considéré comme extrêmement impoli et la Madame serait furieuse au sujet du comportement irrespectueux de Rowan. Rowan s'est grondée dans la tête. Sa curiosité et son besoin d'aventure et de danse se sont tellement aggravés ces dernières semaines et cela deviendrait un problème plus important si elle n'apprenait pas à se contrôler. Elle savait qu'elle serait de retour pour nettoyer les planchers et les cheminées d'ici le lendemain matin. Loin de la musique. Loin de la piste de danse, où elle pourrait, nous l'espérons, regarder certains des invités danser si gracieusement. C'était la deuxième meilleure chose à danser elle-même.
Name
Rowan Evangeline Karnstein
Title
None
Gender
Female
Sexuality
"Ladies are a much more interesting topic."
Age
21 years
Nationality
Wazatocia

Character Appearance
Rowan Karnstein is 5'2'' tall. Her body could be described as 'in good condition' as she is physically fit and slim, she has beautiful sharp legs and a slightly defined stomach. Her eyes are of a deep 'deer' brown and she has brunette hair to match them. That typical 'sweet girl' image is written all over her, but don't be fooled by it. She can be feisty. Rowan has no problem with dressing like a lady or dressing like a tomboy, she enjoys both styles, depending on her mood and the situation.
Background
Rowan was born to a young mother, just sweet 19 years old, and a father of 23 years who loved her mother dearly. The Karnstein couple worked as servants for the royal family of Wazatocia for several years when they discovered they were expecting a child. The royal family was supportive and offered the very hardworking couple a decent health care within their palace. Five years after Rowan's birth her mother got sick and died two years later. The death of her mother left her father heartbroken and the only thing still keeping him upright was the seven-year-old girl that depended on him. A couple of weeks after the passing of her beloved, joyful, always hardworking, positive mother her father began to call her Mircalla randomly. He explained to her how her mother had wanted to name her Mircalla, but he had been against it. Without talking about it any further Mircalla had turned into a nickname of Rowan's that only her father ever used.
Rowan grew up with a father who was forever heartbroken, but loved his daughter endlessly and would have killed for her if necessary. He always accepted his daughter for who she was, allowed her to spread her wings as much as she could within this world. Rowan went to a school that costed her father almost everything he earned within the palace, but he was determined to give his daughter an education.
She had helped out in the kitchen of the palace since the age of six, cutting potatoes and carrots carefully. By the age of nine she was working in the palace after school and homework, helping out the servants she had grown up with and following into her father's foot steps to become a hardworking member of their family. At the age of fifteen Rowan gained the attention of the princess of Wazatocia by her natural skill for painting as she was painting in a secret corner of the garden where she thought no one ever came to. Her and the princess became fast friends within a couple of weeks. To most people's surprise, and a lot of people's jealousy and anger, the parents of the princess didn't mind their friendship and fell in love with the young servant.
They offered Rowan an education within the palace after eight months of closeness with their daughter. Overjoyed with the news her father pushed her to accept the offer. Within the next years the ever hardworking young girl grew into a young woman that profited from the friendship as much as the princess seemed to profit from it as well. She learned how to ride a horse, play the piano, dance at balls, was granted to take fencing lessons (which she was more than anything grateful for, since those really fulfilled her heart), got pushed to take painting lessons to grow out her natural talent, she was allowed to attend smaller balls, got to wear the princess's dresses and learn how to walk and talk like a lady. Her father saw a bright future in front of her and was bursting with pride of how his baby girl was able to spread out her wings and throw her colors out to the world.
Needless to say the two young ladies grew attracted to each other in their youthful naivety. Their slow burn love built up until, at the age of nineteen, both of the girls were waltzing in the ballroom to practice their steps again before the big ball the next day. (Big for Rowan at least.) Their passion got the best of them and they ended up... "waltzing like it's 1698", as Rowan would call it from then on. This was also the night that Rowan told the princess about her secret nickname 'Mircalla', that held a deeper meaning to her than her actual name ever could. She told her how it felt like a secret identity that only her father knew about. And the princess understood the deepness of meaning it had for her friend.
Their relationship or love affair or whatever people might want to call it was short lived sadly. Only three months later a servant accidentally caught the two waltzing in the ballroom - for memory sakes - and kissing. The royal parents were anything but amused. The princess and the privileged servant girl were thrown off and couldn't understand the anger that came from the usually so accepting couple. They were furious. Their daughter shouldn't have lost her purity before marriage (apparently they've found out about that too, Rowan never knew how), shouldn't have gotten romantically involved with a servant. The two young women weren't allowed to say goodbye, but the princess was able to get a glance at Rowan while she was being taken out of the palace, just two seconds, and she looked at her love and softly said just one word: Mircalla. Rowan was, without a chance for her father to stop them, taken away from the castle, banned from Wazatocia.
And so a very heartbroken, confused, scared nineteen-year-old Rowan found herself back at in a usual servant role. No privilege, no fencing, no more painting, no princess to chase her through the castle, no father by her side to love her, hold her, dry her tears and always have her back. She felt alone. Rowan found herself serving in the kitchen, cutting up potatoes yet again, for the 'Courting Season'. She didn't know what happend to her princess, but she knew that she had never seen her participate in the Courting Season so far.
Three years have passed since then.

Personality
Rowan is a very strong headed woman. She likes to say what she is thinking, even though a couple of hard slaps have told her to learn when to shut her mouth. She still runs her mouth too often though. She is a silly person that likes to have fun during work, which many people don't like to see. She likes to goof around and talk back to people. Rowan enjoys to throw people off, see their guard drop, crash in their walls. Despite being hardworking, she can't stand when she has to clean up after people who give her more work than necessary. She also lacks the quality of staying quiet in her corner when others are talking rubbish.
Rowan loves nature and the fresh breeze, she loves balls and dancing, especially waltzing. She has often been caught waltzing by herself when she was actually supposed to scrub the floor of the ballroom. She can't stand when people treat her like she is worth less than them because of the position she holds within the food chain.
She doesn't throw out respect easily and rather fakes it than it being real, but if one receives her respect they should be very honored and proud of themselves, because it is a rare thing. But if they lose that respect, it is most likely gone forever. She doesn't let people fool her twice.
Without a doubt Rowan is still broken. She has issues she hasn't worked on. She is missing her father more than anything and tries to not think of him too much. She might even still be holding onto some hope that he will find her some day. Maybe that's the reason she is staying in one place... So he can search for her?
Other
Skills:
drawing, ballroom dancing, horseback riding, fencing, cooking, cleaning, singing (though she hasn't done that for other's entertainment so far), playing piano
Weaknesses:
potty mouth, maybe a bit too sassy and feisty, lack of professionalism and submission, doesn't like boundaries or rules