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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

On horseback, King Conrad rode alongside his trusted commanders—Corrado, Enrico, Ventimiglia, and other esteemed counts. As they observed the battlefield, Ventimiglia pointed out a curious sight ''Your majesty look over the wall , the defenders seemed to be cheering ''

Ventimiglia gestured toward the city, and Conradin's keen eyes followed the direction. The king's lips curved into a light chuckle, a wry amusement at the premature celebration unfolding within the city walls. Despite the chaos of battle, the unexpected turn of events added a touch of irony to the unfolding siege.

King Conradin, his eyes fixed on the looming city walls, turned in his saddle to address Rashid, the head engineer . The air was charged with anticipation as Conradin's deep voice resonated across the field of war.

"Rashid," he called out, his tone carrying both authority and expectation, "is it ready?"

Defending Arta(2)