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

Arcane clenched onto her bag with one hand while she rocked Zeus with her other hand. 


“I don’t know why but now I feel you and I have a history together,” Arcane mumbled, she was alone inside the carriage. Iroas was riding on his horse alongside his subordinates, while Blanca was with the other servants. The carriage was being pulled by four well-groomed horses. Followed by another carriage that held all the necessities for the travel and also some gifts for the king of Ridavell. 


“Hurry and wake up so we can run away from this wretched place once in for all,” Arcane spoke to Zeus. 


Arcane rustled through her bag to see if she had everything she wanted and to her surprise, she saw a familiar jacket along with a handkerchief. Arcane was puzzled as to when she had packed them in the bag. There was no such memory of her doing that, it was rather Blanca who had stuffed them into her bag. 


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