Disraeli raised his cane and pointed to a portrait hanging opposite, saying, "Luckily, it wasn't this gentleman who appeared on the platter."
Everyone turned to look, and it was indeed a portrait of King George IV. Though the artist had tried hard to conceal the pleasure-seeking king's belly, it was still easy to see from the strained shirt buttons that Britain's former supreme ruler hadn't managed his figure well.
Arthur couldn't help but scoff, "Since the portrait is hanging here, it seems the previous rumors about His Majesty the King were not entirely fabricated."
As they entered the private room, the warmth from the burning fireplace enveloped them instantly. The firelight flickered, complementing the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.
In the room was a long table covered with a deep red linen tablecloth, the candle flames flickered slightly, and exquisite silverware and crystal goblets were neatly arranged.
