"I beg your pardon, Your Majesty," Lambert's voice echoed through the grand hall, steady yet laced with a hint of trepidation. "My wife, due to her physical impairments, never had the opportunity to learn about the traditions and culture of our people. This oversight is entirely my fault. I was the one who provided her with the apparel she wears today. If anyone is deserving of punishment, it is me, and me alone."
The Emperor cleared his throat, a sound that reverberated with authority. "Tell me, where did you acquire the jewel your wife is wearing?"
Lambert hesitated, a flicker of confusion passing across his face. His wife, sensing his unease, began to sign to him, but he resolutely ignored her, his focus solely on the Emperor. "I crafted it myself, using some natural resources I stumbled upon." He paused, then added with a touch of desperation, "She may have been reluctant to part with the jewel because it serves as our wedding band."
