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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

As the grand doors of the Palazzo Normanni swung open, allowing Conradin and Frederick to enter, the opulent grandeur of the palace enveloped them. The air inside was thick with a sense of history and regality, and the walls were adorned with tapestries and paintings that chronicled the storied past of Sicily.

As the grand doors of the Palazzo Normanni swung open, allowing Conradin and Frederick to enter, the opulent grandeur of the palace enveloped them.

Their reverie was abruptly interrupted as Gerwin, the king's trusted butler, came charging towards them with a look of ire etched on his face. His usually composed demeanor was replaced by visible frustration, and his steps were more hurried than they had ever seen.

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