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

The never-ending silence of the thick woods was replaced by The dry twigs snapped under the rolling tires of the carriage, The clip-clop of the horseshoes against the rocky pathway, and the howling winds moving through the hollow tree trunks. 


The dim bluish surrounding and the cold gusts of wind chilled out the bones of the travellers. Iroas was leading the caravan. His eyes were wide open, and his ears perked up. The silence gave out an ominous feeling, and he couldn’t help but secure the reins in one hand and slip his other hand onto his waist where his sword dangled. 


“The winds are not on our side… Keep your eyes open.” He warned the knights behind him and deliberately stopped his horse to wait for the carriage to come closer. The other knights knew what he was doing, kept their steady pace and continued to march forwards. The carriage moved slowly, and the wind moved the curtains around gently. He matched the horse’s pace alongside the carriage and then spoke. 


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