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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

<p>Under the relentless sun, Marquis Corrado of Citro marched at the head of his 900-strong contingent, their armor gleaming in the sunlight and the rhythmic cadence of their boots creating a symphony of purpose. The banners of his house, danced in the breeze as symbols of unwavering loyalty and duty to the Sicilian crown.</p>

<p>As they traversed the landscape, the sprawling fields and distant hills bore witness to the passage of this martial procession. Villagers, momentarily pausing in their daily routines, gazed at the unfolding spectacle with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. The atmosphere was charged with whispers as the people speculated about the impending conflict and the role that one of the kingdom's most acoomplished commander would have </p>

Ammasing the army