Life
Vladislav was son of king Stephen Dragutin of Serbia and Hungarian princess Catherine.
During Hungarian civil war of 1292 he has received province of Slavonia from titular Hungarian king Charles Martel of Anjou which has not controlled Slavonia. After the death of the last Arpad king of Hungary, Andrew III, he was also a contestant for the Hungarian throne, through his mother. After King Dragutin died in 1316, Vladislav succeeded him as ruler of the Kingdom of Syrmia, but the king of Serbia, Milutin, his uncle, defeated him and imprisoned him.
When Milutin died in 1321, the newly freed Vladislav got to rule the lands of his father, with the help of Hungarians and Bosnian ban Šubić.
Tsar Michael Asen III of Bulgaria, newly in conflict with Vladislav's cousin Stefan Dečanski (successor of Milutin), started to support Vladislav as the rightful monarch of whole Serbia, but this support showed insufficient.
After having been beaten again by supporters of Stefan Dečanski, he retreated to the Kingdom of Hungary in 1324. Vladislav's sororal nephew Stephen II, Ban of Bosnia, then started to rule Vladislav's lands in Bosnia (Soli and Usora), and around Lower Syrmia there were long battles between Serbs and Hungarians.
Vladislav was married to Constanza Morosini.
Read more about this topic: Stephen Vladislav II Of Syrmia
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