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

 Vasilias wore the clothes that Arcane chose for him, The knights too wore common clothes and were blending in the surroundings. Arcane FOllowed Vasilas closely, He looked around at the stalls with keen expression and studied every object closely. 


“Sigh! How can he look like that even when he is wearing those shabby clothes.” Arcane mumbled. “The sun sure does shine differently on the main characters.” she clicked her tongue. 


“Look at this,” He pointed at a hairpin at a stall. 


“It is pretty, YOur Grace,” Arcane said without looking at what he was pointing to. 


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