As the fervor of the nobles reached its peak, each one pounding their breastplates with a resounding clang, Conradin's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with pride at the sight of his loyal lords rallying behind him. Yet, with a simple gesture of his raised palm, he brought the jubilant clamor to a sudden halt, silencing the uproar in an instant.
The nobles, obedient to their king's unspoken command, fell into a hushed reverence, their eyes fixed on Conradin with g respect.
Conradin's expression softened, his gaze sweeping over the assembly
"My lords," he began, his tone measured yet firm, "before we set our sights on further conquests in the south, let us not forget the immediate task at hand. Prevesa stands as a beacon of opportunity, ripe for the taking. With our forces unified and resolute, we shall march swiftly to its gates and claim it as our own. The city's surrender shall be swift, I have no doubt."
