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.




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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

(Hey guys before you read I want to tell you that I made a mistake in the previous chapter and that I modified the end a little bit, so in case you do not want to get confused I suggest reading the end again)

As promised by the King , three days after the grand reward ceremony, the time had come for the army to disband and return to their homes. It was a momentous occasion, and the soldiers, now laden with the symbols of valor and pouches heavy with rewards, prepared for their journey.

The army, once a unified force on the battlefield, now divided itself into squads based on their regions of origin. These squads would serve as a source of mutual support and help on the journey back to their respective villages and towns. Many soldiers found solace in the company of their fellow comrades, especially those from the same regions.

Vassalage ceremony (1)