Gaburieru

Betrayal is a wound that every man has felt, I wrote this story to show how it can make a man strong. 

"What is the difference between a hero, a villain and a coward?

A hero uses his sword to protect people

A villain uses people to protect his sword

Both are better than a coward

A coward has no sword, and uses empty words to protect his life

A sword is not just a man's weapon, it is a man's ambition, and without ambition, a man is merely a coward.

In order to be a hero or a villain a man must have ambition. The difference between the two is where that ambition lies."

-The Dark Prince

In 17th century France, the rich nobles control the world with a magic system called "Artifacts". Prince an innocent hearted prince of the Bourbon Kingdom, one day has his life thrown into chaos by betrayal, and inherits an "Artifact" that is the ancient spirit of "The Dark King". Through misfortune after misfortune, Prince eventually loses everything and starts his life over without a royal name. Prince vows to make his way back to the top hiding amongst the everyday people of France.

Prince is a Japanese style light novel based on Machiavelli’s classic "The Prince". Although this work takes influence from it, the story, quotes, and characters are all completely original. It is mostly the concept of good and evil that is borrowed from Machiavelli.

The Kind Prince Who Became An Evil Lord of Darkness

"Ughf" Duke groaned, as the small rays of daylight began to enter his eyes. He was laid back lying on what felt like a soft plush pillow as a warm blanket covered him.

"What a nice way to wake up?" He thought. "Now how did I get a Pillow in the midle of a cavern?"

As he placed his hands on the soft pilloe his head was resting on he heard a giggle.

"Huh?" he thought as he touched the pillow.

"This pillow is making noise... and whats this!"

At the edged of the pillow what felt like tiny rond knobs at the end were poking out as he ran his fingers over them.

As he looked to his right, he saw blond haird drifting over him.

"DEAR GOD!" Duke cried springing to his feet. "That wasn't a pillow those were your knockers!"

Nightengale cheered as she wrapped herself back up in her long cloak. With her giant baggy clothing it was impossible to tell she had such a large set of hooters.

Chapter 142: Progress