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The return of the fallen king

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. --------------- 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.

Allevatore_dicapre · History
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Death above all

Four soldiers moved purposefully from the field, where just days prior a brutal battle had raged, to the camp, each bearing a somber burden—the body of a fallen man. Their steps were laden with the weight of the dead, a burden not only of flesh and armor but of honor and duty. The soldiers' expressions were a tapestry of emotions, ranging from seething anger to a resigned sneer, a silent testament to the turmoil that churned within them.

As they navigated through the camp towards the king, their path seemed to clear, a silent reverence emanating from those they passed. When they reached their destination, they knelt, a gesture of deference to their new sovereign. One among them spoke, his voice steady but tinged with the gravity of the moment. "Your grace, we have brought him," he announced before carefully removing the veil that shrouded the face of the fallen king, revealing the countenance of the usurper they had battled and defeated just three days prior.

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