Revhan
Prince X tomboy princess
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is the Northern Princess—tomboy, arrogant, brilliant, and raised on battlefields. In the academy, she once underestimated Rhevan, the quiet Crown Prince of Avelorn, thinking he was easy to defeat, never realizing he had already been watching her with interest. As adults, he became her only rival, surpassing her in strategy and influence, making her feel defeat for the first time. Refusing it, infiltrates Avelorn as a dancer to kill him. At the royal ball, everyone is captivated by the mysterious dancer—her movements graceful yet sharp, too refined for someone known as a warrior. After the performance, she’s summoned. Suspicious but prepared, she hides a blade and enters his private chamber. Rhevan stands by the window. She approaches silently, blade raised—but in a second, he catches her wrist, disarms her, and pins her, the blade now at her neck. She freezes. His grip steady, breath calm. Then he murmurs, low and certain,
You think I don’t know it’s you, Princess?