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June 10, 1940, dawned with a sense of purpose. Alfonso, the visionary monarch, had summoned his ministers for an important meeting. The ministers, unaware of the agenda, gathered in the grand hall, anticipation hanging thick in the air.

The room, adorned with regal tapestries and intricate carvings, was a symbol of the Federal Monarchy's newfound unity. As the ministers exchanged hushed conversations, the grand doors swung open, and Alfonso made his entrance, accompanied by his loyal and formidable personal guard, Alejandro.

The ministers rose as a sign of respect, their eyes focused on the monarch who had led them through triumph and transformation. Alfonso acknowledged their presence with a nod, signaling for them to be seated. Alejandro, a stoic figure in his imposing uniform, stationed himself by the door, a silent guardian.