Allevatore_dicapre

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.




---------------

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

Hey guys if you like the novel comment and rewiev!

The sun descended, its golden rays stretched long and weary over the once-mighty walls of Naples. What had once been a symbol of security and power now stood as a last bastion, a final refuge for those trapped within its protective embrace. The very stones that had witnessed countless victories and celebrations now bore the weight of desperation and impending doom.

The Angevin troops, once the embodiment of valor and discipline, now trudged forward like beggars. Their uniforms, once pristine and proudly adorned, were tattered and dirtied, stained with the mud of their arduous journey. Many among them bore the visible scars of battle, their limbs wrapped in bandages, their faces etched with pain and exhaustion. The defeat at Benevento had left them reeling, and the wounds, both physical and emotional, had yet to heal.

Negotations (1)