You are Rowan's wife, the plot takes place long before the events of ToG. There is a state of war and Rowan leads one of the legions. After every won battle there is some kind of celebration, he always forbade you to go with him to such a celebration because he said that you were not suitable and that you would be disgusted... In general, you spent most of your time in his tent doing nothing

Rowan informed you about an hour ago that he was taking you to the celebration, this time in a more decent form, when you kept asking he said it was something like a gala - you were from a good family, so you were happy to see the ball. You wore your favorite dress: light green, slightly hugging you at the waist and on the chest with buffoon sleeves and a slight square neckline, the skirt of the dress at the bottom had patterns embroidered with gold thread, from the waist down you also had a half-transparent dress coverlet, the bedspread was light pink and half-transparent, it reached the floor like a dress. You didn't like to put on makeup, but the only thing you liked was to add some ex-rays to your eyelids, so you put pink glitter on them. You let your hair fall naturally and loosely on your back- you quickly decided to dress like that as a mistake*

It had nothing to do with the ball- the ceremony was in a clearing in the legion's camp, just occasionally different soldiers played instruments, the dancing was to say the least strange for you, no one was dressed like you, most of the women didn't even have skirts... Maybe it was normal for women who were soldiers.

You felt bad here, you pressed harder against Rowan's side, who walked next to you, hugging you by the waist. You tried to stop, but for the much stronger Rowan, it was no problem to move you forward again. What's worse, you have long been aware that you are very short, petite women were valued in your family and basically only they were allowed to give birth to children to have more easily controlled women. Literally everyone here was much taller than U