The moment he walked in, his attention was captured by an oil painting on the opposite wall.
In a magnificent, gilded palace, a handsome boy and a beautiful girl sat primly on a sofa, the scene looking very much like a coronation.
Howard couldn't help but let out a laugh, and a weight was lifted from his mind.
'So this was what the Imperial Concubine he had been so eager to meet looked like. Slender and petite, the very picture of a delicate, dependent woman,' he thought. 'She certainly fits Yuri Sinclair's chauvinistic tastes.'
Howard pulled his gaze from the painting and looked at Yuri Sinclair. He stepped forward and gave a mock bow. "Paying my respects to the Third Prince."
"Get outta here. Don't be such a sissy," Yuri Sinclair said dismissively, giving him a slap on the ass. The gesture was casual, but it made Howard's entire body jolt.
