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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 wearied skyline told the story of resilience against the relentless siege. Four months had passed, and Milan stood as a testament to endurance in the face of a war of attrition, a prolonged struggle that unfolded without the thunderous assault that often marked medieval conflicts.

The city's once-vibrant streets now bore the scars of the siege—cobblestones worn by the incessant tread of defenders, buildings marked by the impact of arrows and the battering rams of the besieging forces, that tried their luck with an assault at the first weeks of the siege. Smoke lingered in the air, a testament to the fires set in desperate attempts to repel the encroaching enemy.

The siege had become a protracted contest of wills, a waiting game that tested the resolve of both defenders and assailants. The surrounding fields, once fertile, now lay barren, trampled by the constant movement of troops and the scorched earth tactics employed to deny the enemy resources.

Peace for northern Italy (1)