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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

The carriage, heavy and robust, lumbered along the ancient road towards Taranto, its wooden wheels creaking in protest against the weight of its cargo. Within its sturdy wooden frame, it held a valuable bounty – an abundant harvest of grain destined for the royal warehouse of the duchy.

There, the grain would be stored, safeguarded, and eventually distributed to the people, ensuring their well-being and the stability of the land. The wheels of progress turned inexorably, as the carriage pressed on, carrying the lifeblood of the duchy towards its destination.

As the sun hung high in the azure sky, its golden rays beat down upon the landscape, casting a shimmering mirage upon the distant horizon. The fields on either side of the road swayed in the gentle breeze, a sea of golden wheat undulating like waves in the wind.

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