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

Marco and Roberto, their journey along the coastal village leading them to a shabby house near the sea, approached the weathered door with cautious determination. The wood, worn by the ceaseless embrace of salty winds, bore the scars of time. Marco raised his hand, and with a firm yet measured knock, they announced their presence to whoever resided within.

''Remember speak in greeks''Marco briefly said to Roberto as they both turned towards the closed door

The echoes of their knock lingered in the air, momentarily drowning out the distant sounds of the village waking to the day. The rhythmic murmur of waves crashing against the nearby cliffs served as an irregular accompaniment to the quiet suspense that enveloped the moment.

After a brief pause, the door creaked open, revealing a weather-beaten face framed by strands of graying hair. The resident, a fisherman by the looks of his attire, regarded Marco and Roberto with a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

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