Capítulo 361: Building our seat

 The Sicilian army marched with precision and determination, a formidable force under the leadership of Conradin, their young and ambitious king. At the forefront of the procession, Conradin rode atop a regal steed, his fair blonde hair flowing freely in the wind. Unlike the regal Iron Crown that often adorned his head, Conradin had chosen to forgo it on this march, allowing his golden locks to catch the sunlight.

His blue eyes, a reflection of both determination and youth, scanned the horizon ahead, locking onto the field where the fate of nations would soon be decided. Conradin's expression held a mix of confidence and anticipation, his unburdened hair symbolizing a king ready to face the challenges that lay ahead.

Without the mask of the his helmet , his features appeared more approachable, and his fair hair added an air of vulnerability that contrasted with the regal authority he commanded.