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The Kind Prince Who Became An Evil Lord of Darkness

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.

Gaburieru · Fantasy
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Chapter 15: The Day I Reclaimed The Name Prince V

Prince straightened himself out, regaining his composure as Sir Ivan barged into the carriage. Sir Ivan looked completely out of breath as if he had ran the entire way there.

"Are you all right?" He said expressing his concern.

"I'm fine" Prince said "The lord was watching over me today."

"I see" Sir Ivan said, shaking his head. "The events of today are beyond the comprehension of mortals" He said getting into the carriage. "One can only guess what the will behind gods intentions are"

"You are right my lord" Prince said quietly. "What am I going to do about Lindor…" He thought

"So. you have no reservations in accompanying me?" Sir Ivan gestured. "It is a long ride to Berry, I doubt we shall reach there until nightfall, are you sure about this?"

Prince looked out into the cobblestone streets he had called home for so long. By day he would scheme and steal, by night he would drink and laugh with the fellow members of the Den of Wolves. All of it seemed like a distant memory now, like it was some kind of dream he had woken up from.

"I'm sure," Prince said tightening his fist. "I have no doubts or reservations."

"Is there anyone you wish to say goodbye to, a friend? A family member?" Sir Ivan inquired.

"No…" Prince said "All of my friends and family are dead, I never got to say my goodbyes then either."

"Well don't worry yourself!" Sir Ivan said "You will make plenty of friends at my estate!" He said clapping his hands together. "Why, I have 3 workers your age! One is a slave of coarse… but nonetheless you will have your share of peers!"

"I see" Prince said "I'm not too popular with those my age to be frank, they say I'm too… introspective"

"I can definitely see that" Ivan said scratching his chin "More than you can imagine" He thought

"But worry not my boy! God has brought us together, before you lies the road of salvation, the folk at my estate will be much warmer than those on the streets of Vienne" Sir Ivan said.

"I sure hope so" Prince said "For their sake of coarse," He thought

Night fell as Prince and Sir Ivan left Vienne, meanwhile, a conniving man was scheming to enact his devious plan.

"Too easy," Lindor said, brushing past the security of Château de Villandry. He made his way around the castle, jumping on the roof that led to Alicia's room.

"You were foolish to tell me how you planned on entering here!" Lindor thought.

"Now I will kidnap your woman and force you to be my puppet Prince!" He said laughing

CRASSHHHH!

Lindor blasted through Alicia's glass window rolling onto the floor. He found her at the mirror in the corner of her room, admiring herself.

"Oh my" Lindor said, feasting his eyes on her beauty. She was dressed lavishly in red lingerie, letting the soft plump edges of her perfectly shaped figure pour out from their loosely wrapped fabric.

As she turned to him, her breasts bounced jubilantly, jiggling as she desperately tried to tighten back on her bra.

"Prince was a fool to leave you alone," Lindor said "First I will have my way with you! And then, I will trap you! Using you as bate for your precious Princes return!" He said lunging at her.

"Ongaurd you ugly creature!" A man yelled from the window.

"What?" Lindor said seeing no one in the frame.

Silvio came barreling into the room slashing at Lindor with a fury of strikes filling the room with sparks as their blades collided.

Lindor came down on Silvio with a strong vertical strike, his blade sparkled with the blue light of his soul.

"Salmon Strike!" Lindor yelled

"Amateur!" Silvio yelled as his sword glowed with the same blue hum.

Parrying Lindor's attack to the side with ease, Silvio spun in a circle, delivering a spinning backhand to Lindor's chin.

WHAM!

Lindor became unbalanced, losing his footing, he backpedaled towards the window regaining his composure.

"Who the hell are you?" Lindor yelled eyeing the ridiculously dressed imposter.

"That's my line! Where is Prince? I came here to challenge him for Alicia's heart! Not to quarrel with some perverted, wolf looking man who is clearly a 40 year old virgin!"

"What! How dare you! I've slept with the best France has to offer!" Lindor scowled.

"Heh, more like the best French whore houses have to offer...look at you, trying to take advantage of a Baroness instead of winning her heart, it's pathetic, if your dick were half as long as you're disgustingly hairy nostrils, you'd may have had a better chance convincing me otherwise."

"You bastard!" Lindor yelled

"You mean incredibly handsome bastard!" Silvio said winking. "You sir have a face only a mother could love" He said twirling his blade. "I guess that makes my blade… your mother!"