1 Chapter 1: Her highness, The Prince.

"Y-your highness, please put the sword! It's too dangerous to wield it within the palace." The maid named Rosele was panicking by the time she entered the princess's bedroom.

In front of her is a young girl with long hazel hair tied up and teal eyes. She was positioned in her defense pose in front of the bedroom mirror, looking like a Prince Charming in her mahogany suite. If you don't personally know her gender, you will mistake her for a male with long hair instead of a female. In which, that's what the princess wants. Her mission is to be recognized as a male, a strong leader that people will respect not due to her bloodline, but her skills.

"But Rosele, you know I prefer holding a dangerous object instead of a quill to write." The youngster whines. Her teal eyes gleam and a smirked appear the moment the terms "dangerous object" appear.

Remiz Thunder, the princess of the Royal family, is a genius sword goddess. However, not many thought so of her with the same mindset as she has, so negative prejudices were sent her ways. They would often labeled her as a vixen, a mistake, or an uncultured girl. However, the negative rumors were outwitted by Remiz's looks, making it seems false and never cease to existence. Her nicknamed that most-to-all people in her kingdom known as is 'Prince X'

"Oh, would you look at the time," Remiz brazenly state, "I have my swordsmanship practice with the Blood Moon knights in five minutes." She brushed off Rosele's concerns.

The young princess breezily marches out of her chambers and head toward her training ground where her personally trained assassins were waiting. They were all wearing their training clothes, which consist of the lightest and darkest and non-shiny armor.

"Prince X has arrived." Someone murmur.

The assassins all silent down and look toward the entrance of the garden to listen to her footsteps, but only there was nothing. Not a squeak of a sound but only hears the wind whistling outside. They all glanced at each other. They know X as a sword master, a person who took on 8-10 assassins in her training, but never seems to realize how quiet and mysterious their leader is.

"Commander Z, let the game begin." A voice ripple through the air. The level tendency of the words were low, in which only assassins can hear. However, there was a commanding tone in those words.

That was a signal to begin the assassin training. It was then the sound of footsteps were slightly heard, a little bit louder than the wind. A shadow of their leader, Prince X, got taller and she presented herself at the entrance.