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

Conradin sat at his ornate wooden desk, engrossed in reviewing the test papers of the administrator candidates. His study was dimly lit, with the soft glow of candlelight casting elongated shadows across the room. Piles of parchment and scrolls were scattered about, evidence of his diligent work.

As the king meticulously examined each response, he made notes and annotations in the margins, occasionally muttering to himself as he weighed the merits of different candidates. His brow furrowed in concentration, Conradin was fully absorbed in his task.

The door swung open, revealing Frederick of Baden, his loyal friend and confidant. Conradin's gaze momentarily left the test paper he was reviewing, his piercing blue eyes locking onto Frederick, who had a half-smile on his face, as if he had a purpose for the interruption.

"Frederick," Conradin said, his voice carrying a touch of annoyance at the interruption. "Can this not wait?"

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