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Today was the day, the seventeenth of September in the year G048, the two hundredth and twenty-seventeenth celebration of the Kalfer festival in the kingdom of Glath. Clover was woken up at the brink of dawn. He was dressed in a gold and white shirt with black pants with a white belt worn over his waist. His silver hair was trimmed accordingly to look more presentable with his outfit and a red cloak placed over his coat with the edges being white. Shallom matched him with a short-sleeved dress, the top was white, and the lower part of her dress was yellow with a blue robe with white edges around it. The two royals glanced at each other, as they walked down the hall with their hands intertwined with one another, as the guards opened the door of the palace that had a balcony attached to it,