Theodahad

Theodahad (living since 507 or 511 -536) was the King of the Ostrogoths from 534 to 536 and a nephew of Theodoric the Great through his sister. He might have arrived in Italy with Theodoric and was an elderly person at succession. Witiges[?] ordered him killed, and succeeded him in the kingship.

Preceded by: Athalaric 526-534

Theodahad 534-536

Succeeded by: Witiges[?] 536-540

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