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

Just outside the King’s office, Arcane stood with a pale face, she twisted her fingers in confusion. 


“WHy Iroas? WHy of all the darn people?” She spoke to herself in a lifeless tone. Her legs felt weak and she held onto the pillar for support. 


“What happened? Princess.” Darius walked out behind her when the king said he had something to discuss in private with Iroas. 


“Sir. Darius… Why did the king choose the Duke to accompany me? Can’t I go back with someone else? Even being alone is alright.” Arcane was almost begging him. 


Darius’s eyes keenly observed her. “You… it seems you are scared of the Second Prince.” 


Arcane’s eyes popped out in disbelief. “Who isn’t?” SHe stated the fact in a firm voice. Almost making Darius crack up. 


“But what a pity, You are already engaged to him.” Darius pursed his lips. 


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