Arcane Lachtara was my name after I woke up in an unfamiliar world that was divided into kingdoms where Kings and queens ruled the world. I was an adoptive princess from Ridavell, on my way to Ohearia to form a marriage alliance between the two countries. Actually I knew what was going to happen next, I was about to be played with and then killed… you ask why? Because the place I woke up in is a novel where I am the minor villainess. 
There were three ML’s in the story, A psychopath prince, a War hero Duke and last but not least the two faced mage. She is to die with the hands of the ML’s after she hurts the FL but… “why are you killing me even when I haven’t done anything to the FL?” Arcane cried as the Duke and Mage were always trying to cut off her neck. 
But something is wrong with the cursed Prince,He keeps on calling me his little sister and coax me whenever I am sad.
“Whoever dares to hurt my sister will have to suffer.” He said in a deep monotonous voice, while losing at the FL with a Hostile look in his eyes.

A story of how Arcane lived through the crisis…

Your Highness! I Would Like To Live

“Your Highness!! What brings you here?” Arcane bowed and greeted VAsilias who was looking down the window with interest. 


Arcane’s head lifted with lightning speed, her eyebrows rose, she stared at him dumbfoundedly, ‘This guy can say the most flirtatious words with such a plain face.’ 


“Me? Is there something you want me to do for you?” 


Arcane was yet again speechless. “Pardon me?” 


“To the town! You like it there,” His robotic way of speaking made it hard for Arcane to interpret his meaning, 


‘Is he taking me out because I like the town? Was he always that generous?’ Arcane was having a gut feeling that this wasn’t as simple as that but as she was just a minor character she didn’t want to anger the main character. 


“If your Highness wants to go, I will certainly accompany you.” Arcane forced a smile. 


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