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, still riding the wave of exhilaration from his victory over the three Dukes who harbored disdain for him, descended to the ballroom floor with Duke by his side. Meanwhile, Valentin retreated to his usual corner, blending back into the shadows.

"Alicia," Prince said softly as he reached out for her. Without hesitation, she ran into his arms, embracing him tightly.

"Prince," she whispered, her voice carrying a mix of relief and warmth.

"I was only gone for a short while," he said, pulling her close and wrapping her in his arms.

She looked up into his eyes, her own beautiful brown ones shimmering with emotion. Stroking her cheek softly, he gazed at her intently.

"It felt like eons," she said, regaining her composure as she held onto him.

"And what did I miss during this time?" Prince asked with a faint smile.

Chapter 212: The Mounteclair Ball XIII