Meet the Wandering Prince
Noblesse Nicolas
Hi, I’m Nicolas, also known as The Wandering Prince.
I have always been a writer, a wanderer, and an explorer at heart. After years in business and consulting, I left that world behind to do something rather simple: to go out and live life.
I travelled, discovered new cultures, collected stories, recipes, traditions, and unexpected moments along the way, with my faithful companion Roscoe beside me.
Somewhere along that road, The Wandering Prince was born.
And as I wandered, I noticed something curious. Wherever I travelled, finding stories that truly lived in more than one language was surprisingly difficult. There were books for learning a language, certainly, but far fewer stories that simply invited you to enjoy one.
That discovery shaped the stories I write today.
I do not believe a story should merely be translated word for word. Language carries humour, rhythm, personality, expressions, and little pieces of culture that rarely survive a direct translation. So my bilingual stories are adaptations: the same adventure retold naturally in another language, allowing each version to have a voice of its own.
And rather than traditional fairy tales, my stories grow from life: the places I have wandered, the people and cultures I have encountered, and the wonderfully ordinary things that become extraordinary once we begin paying attention.
Along the way, characters have emerged with personalities, histories, quirks, and voices of their own. Even Roscoe, my real-life travelling companion, wandered off the road and onto the page.
My hope is simple: that children can enjoy a story first, then discover another language through a world they already know. When the characters, adventure, and meaning are familiar, the second language no longer feels quite so foreign.
After all, that is what The Wandering Prince has always been about:
Turn Life into Story.
Meet Roscoe
Traveller. Culinary critic. Keeper of the Keys. Roscoe has been beside Nicolas his whole life. Sixteen years on the road. He does not speak in words. He speaks in a tilt of the head, a pause, then — Bah! “Where’s the chicken?”

