Bab 226: Coronation (1)

Conradin, the young king of Sicily, ventured beyond the bustling city of Palermo one crisp morning, seeking solace in the serene countryside. Dressed in regal attire but with a relaxed air about him, he  left behind the court and stood in front of an an apple tree that stood tall and proud, its branches heavy with ripe fruit. The sweet aroma of apples filled the air, enticing Conradin to reach out and pluck one from the tree. As he took a bite, a sense of tranquility washed over him, momentarily freeing his mind from the weight of his royal responsibilities. 

  The sun's first rays bathed the countryside in a warm, golden glow, infusing the surroundings with a sense of renewal. Dew-kissed meadows sparkled with a myriad of colors as wildflowers stretched towards the light, their petals painted in hues of violet, gold, and crimson.