Palace (VERY SLOWLY UPDATING)

Palace (VERY SLOWLY UPDATING)

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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
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Caught up in the sins and glamour of high society life, Astoria became the girl no one could trust. In order to return to grace, she must do the unthinkable: find a husband before the end of the year... before her mother chooses for her. With only 3 months remaining in the year, she decided to return to the limelight and reengages of high society life. But with everything she needed to build a future, only one question rings in her mind as she faces her fate: was it worth the price? __ The lighting was dull, but I could still see the shadows of his strong jawline, and the broad, muscular build he hid under his suit jacket. I wished I could see more of him-I wished I could see his face. I was intrigued by him, by the man who couldn't seem to look away. I blinked a few times before turning my cheek, suddenly conscious of the way his hidden eyes bore into me; I could almost feel the intensity of his gaze burning holes into my skull. Maybe he knew who I was; maybe he was one of the people I had crossed, they all looked the same to me. I had too many skeletons in my closet to be able to keep track of who was an ally and who was an enemy. If he was the latter, God help me. It was just the two of us outside now on the once compact Parisian streets. We were completely alone. He could do or say whatever he wanted and no one would bare witness. And yet, neither of us moved, too afraid to disrupt the perfect serenity of the moment. I opened my mouth to speak, but I could not bring myself to utter a word. For the first time, I was scared to know what someone was thinking about me. I wanted to know the type of woman he saw staring back at him. I hoped he saw the woman I was pretending to be: the regal, glamorous, refined young lady I'd been bred to become. But somehow I knew he saw me differently. The man who could not look away could see everything, and I just hoped, for the both of us, that he saw how sorry I was.

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