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In a usurped kingdom , amid a war-torn and  blood-soaked Italy, Conradin's battleground is set. To reclaim his birthright the crown of Sicily,  he must tread a path paved with blood, learning that he must do whatever it takes to ascend the throne.




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In the year 1266, the tale of Conradin, the last scion of an ancient imperial dynasty, unfolds. His once-great kingdom, Sicily, has been ruthlessly usurped first by his own uncle and now rests in the hands of the cunning French Count Charles. Through a treacherous plot involving the Pope, Charles managed to oust the Hohenstaufen from the Kingdom of Sicily and crowned himself as its king.

In the East, powers such as the Despotate of Epirus are keenly observing the instability in Sicily, poised to seize any advantage that may arise from the chaos. Meanwhile, the small Italian communes are caught in the political crossfire, aligning themselves with one side of the conflict or the other based on the prevailing political party in power and their vested interests. These shifting allegiances turn the Italian peninsula into a powder keg, where all-out war seems inevitable.

As the shadows of history close in around Conradin, the world watches with bated breath. Will he emerge triumphant, his name forever etched in the annals of Sicilian glory as the rightful king who defied insurmountable odds, toppling both the Pope and the usurper? Or will he, in his valiant struggle, become a tragic figure, a symbol of lost opportunities and shattered dreams? The future of Sicily hangs in the balance, and Conradin's destiny remains uncertain, poised on the precipice of history.

The return of the fallen king

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As Charles made sure that he was alone, he let all the pent up all the frustration and anger  that he had been holding in. He picked up the chair he was sitting on and smashed it on the floor of the hall, shouting at the top of his lungs, "YOU F***ING INCOMPETENT FOOLS!". The table, overturned by Charles' outburst, added to the chaos as it made a loud thud when it hit the floor, the sound resonated within the overall silent hall.

The king had released his frustration and anger, but luckily no one in his court was naive enough to remain there to witness it. Instead, they quickly dispersed, leaving Charles alone in the now shattered and deserted hall. The echoes of his outburst lingered in the air in the short, unsettling silence there.

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