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

The ballroom was in complete chaos. Nobles and esteemed guests from across France circled around Prince, their murmurs growing louder with each passing second. The once opulent celebration had turned into a grim spectacle, as Prince lay unmoving on the cold marble floor.

Reporters and members of the press sketched furiously, capturing the horrifying scene. Each stroke of charcoal seemed to further immortalize the tragedy that was unfolding. The Captain stood nearby, his face pale as he yanked at his hair in disbelief.

"Dear Christ," the Captain stammered, his voice breaking. "This is not right! I've seen this man charge into battles, take on armies, and yet here he is, collapsed on the ground. Barely breathing. This… this can't be happening!"

Ryan, usually a lively and playful spirit, stood in complete silence over Prince's body. His mouth, usually quick to rhyme or jest, was now shut. With a grave expression, he clasped his hands together in silent prayer.

Chapter 216: The Mounteclair Ball XVII