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 pushed down on the stick she'd borrowed from a nearby woodcutter. Her forehead was furrowed in frustration, and each step seemed to take more effort than the last. "Zeus! Zeus! Where are you?" she cried out into the dense forest, following his tracks slowly. "Gosh, I'm in so much pain. If only I were well, I'd search for him more quickly." She sighed and muttered his name under her breath, then sat on a rock to catch her breath. For a moment, she gazed down the path ahead and thought, until her eyebrows lifted in 


realization. "I have something that can help me! How could I forget?" She remembered the pendant she owned and rummaged through her bag for the small sachet that held it. She pulled out a palm-sized, brown, dusty sachet, still gasping for air, and loosened its strings to reveal a gleaming red pendant. She smiled and took it out, along with a ring—a stunning ring with a carved blue rose. 


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