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

Prince furrowed his brow as he watched Weisheng depart reluctantly. "What is his problem?" he muttered under his breath, his irritation apparent. Yet, as he replayed the moments in his mind, something began to click. His eyes widened ever so slightly, and he nodded to himself. "Wait a minute… of course. That's what it is."

Prince allowed himself a faint smirk, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "It seems I'll need to speak to him in private as well," he mused, "but that will have to wait for another time."

Duke Montclair, they ascended all the grand ballroom stairs, their polished boots echoing softly against the marble steps. Reaching the top, they entered a private room illuminated only by the warm, flickering glow of a fireplace. The air was thick with a heavy silence, broken only by the crackling of the firewood.

Chapter 203: The Mounteclair Ball IV