Les paroles de la femme avaient l'air d'une brise. Quelque chose qui était doux et prudent. Elle avait cette façon de parler, la façon dont elle a choisi des mots pour former une phrase. La même façon de parler la plupart des nobles semblait porter avec eux. Rowan ne savait pas comment faire ça. Elle ne savait pas comment formuler ses phrases ou comment faire que ses mots sonnent si... éloquents. Ça l'avait toujours intimidée quand quelqu'un parlait ainsi.
Rowan ne pouvait plus cacher la légère confusion et la curiosité sur son visage. La femme avait, encore une fois, tout droit fait remarquer quelque chose qui n'était généralement pas reconnu en présence de serviteurs, ou peut-être même du tout. Elle avait mentionné que Rowan avait été touché au visage. La servante rougissait légèrement, elle avait honte. Cela n'aurait pas dû être visible en premier lieu, mais maintenant que la femme l'avait mentionné, Rowan était plus que consciente du fait qu'elle savait aussi que Rowan avait été punie pour ne pas avoir fait assez de travail. Et maintenant elle savait que Rowan n'était pas un bon serviteur. Elle ne penserait qu'à moins d'elle.
Mais il y avait quelque chose sur son visage, quelque chose dans la façon dont elle souriait qui a presque rendu Rowan certaine qu'elle ne pensait pas moins d'elle, qu'elle n'a pas supposé que c'était la faute de Rowan du tout - mais vraiment c'était. La façon dont elle sourit, elle semblait si honnête et pure, était au-delà du charme. Elle a commencé à expliquer ce qu'elle voulait dire par sa déclaration précédente et Rowan n'a pu s'empêcher de penser... qu'elle babillait? Les yeux de la femme sont tombés sur la boisson dans ses mains et pour un second Rowan était sûr que cela signifiait qu'elle n'aimait pas le rafraîchissement... mais ensuite elle a réalisé que c'était plutôt une façon de cacher son visage. Pourquoi aurait-elle besoin d'être gênée? Rowan s'est senti perplexe.
Rowan a à peine remarqué l'attention de la dame se tourner vers l'homme, celui à côté de cette jolie brune qui a dissous la rencontre avec le gardien plus tôt, et elle s'est demandé si peut-être la belle femme blonde devant elle et l'homme noble là-bas serait le match fait en... à Merriedge. Alors elle a été prise à l'arrière encore plus quand la voix douce de ladite blonde a sonné à l'oreille avec la question si Rowan dansait. Ses joues ont brûlé et elle savait qu'elle rougissait plus qu'avant. Est-ce qu'elle voulait attirer l'attention de l'homme sur elle-même en dansant avec un serviteur? Non, bien sûr. La noble dame... danse avec une servante. Comme c'est ridicule. J'ai trop fantasmé! Elle voulait savoir si un serviteur pouvait danser. C'était une question, rien de plus, juste une question, jamais une invitation.
Rowan a pensé à sa réponse. Elle pourrait être sincère et lui dire qu'elle a eu la contusion sur sa joue en dansant au travail, mais cela lui donnerait une deuxième contusion juste quand la Madame la trouverait. Elle n'avait aucun doute que la Madame allait découvrir les choses dont Rowan a parlé avec les invités. Elle avait des yeux et des oreilles partout, des serviteurs qui t'ont pourri vers elle. Elle pouvait mentir et lui dire qu'elle n'avait pas dansé une seule fois dans sa vie. Mais peut-être que cela rendrait la noble dame moins satisfaite.
"Je danse après mes quarts de travail parfois. Quand je ne suis sur la voie de personne." Ce n'était pas vraiment infidèle. Mais ce n'était pas non plus toute la vérité.
Une douleur dans son bras droit a dit à Rowan que son membre se lassait lentement. Elle tenait toujours le plateau d'argent avec des boissons, comme elle était censée le faire. Elle a presque souhaité pouvoir le donner à un autre serviteur et se livrer à la conversation de sourire avec la femme un peu plus.
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