Palace (VERY SLOWLY UPDATING)

Here's a thought for a new piece. Let me know if you're interested.
Expert:
His structure is tall and broad, and his face was blessed with devilishly handsome looks. Strong jawline, a light stubble, and a nose that was perfect, even though it was evident that it was broken more than a couple of times. His eyes were obsidian, dark with an unknown depth similar to the pits of Tarsus. His gaze seemed to burn straight into my soul searing me of my clothing, making me feel naked in my fully clothed form.
Maybe it was the way he moved and held his head up high that I felt so tiny in his presence. I know that I had done something wrong, but he made me feel as though it was a sin for me to stand in front of him. My body visibly shakes as his frozen stare burned down my back and he paces down the stairs. I kept my eyes on the ground. I held my ground. The marble floor suddenly became very amusing. The swirling patterns that the gradient created the blend of it colors seemed like the cosmos, reminding me of the stars. Purple, white, and black. It was indeed very fascinating.
I sensed him moving closer. He studied me like a intriguing new specie of animal. Maybe he thought that I didn't notice how his eyes traveled down the length of my body, from head to toe. He is as bold as a king should be, intimidating. He might as well have been circling me like a predator stalking its prey. Although he gave me a sense of unease, I did not dare to raise my head and I will not do so until I am addressed.
"Ambrosine Fowler." He tested my name out and then it rolls off his tongue once more after. "What a beautiful sounding name?" He pauses and my thoughts from earlier come rushing back into my mind. Do all of the staff here at the palace meet with the king before they are assigned to their duties? Why do the introductions have to be so formal? He comes closer and he lifts a hand, but then he hesitates and backs away. "Miss Fowler, please lift your head so we can speak properly