El Principe Capitulo 1 < 2026 >

“You must understand,” the priest replied, “that men willingly change their master, believing the new one will be better. But they soon learn that conquest hurts them more than the old tyrant ever did. Your first night as prince is not for celebration. It is for deciding: will you be loved or feared?”

Here’s a short story inspired by the opening chapter of El Príncipe by Nicolás Machiavelli. In that chapter, Machiavelli discusses how many kinds of principalities there are and how they are acquired—whether hereditary or new.

And Marco had just become bold enough to keep her. el principe capitulo 1

Fra Giovanni smiled thinly. “It is new, my lord—new to you. Hereditary princes have it easy. The bloodline keeps the people loyal. But you… you are a new prince in an old state. That is the most fragile kind.”

Marco stood on the balustrade of the highest tower in Urbissi, watching the fires still flickering in the valley below. Two days ago, he had been a condottiero—a hired sword. Tonight, he was prince. “You must understand,” the priest replied, “that men

But fortune, he knew, was a woman who favored the bold.

“Tell me,” Marco said, pouring two cups of dark wine. “Is this a hereditary principality or a new one? My uncle ruled forty years, but I am not his son.” It is for deciding: will you be loved or feared

Marco looked out the window again. Down in the square, his soldiers were drinking the city’s wine and pawing the merchants’ daughters.

“Fear,” Marco whispered. “But not hatred.”

“Good,” Fra Giovanni said. “Then tomorrow, hang the soldier who broke into the baker’s house. And embrace the baker’s family. That is the art of the new prince: one swift cruelty, then a thousand small kindnesses.”

His uncle, the old Duke Alfonso, had died without an heir. The council, fearing invasion from the neighboring republic of Valdara, had turned to Marco: a bastard nephew, but a proven general. They handed him the keys to the city, the treasury, and the palace.