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

"Joy! Come on! You can do it!" Her brother smiled at her as he encouraged her to turn the paddles of the bicycle. Joy felt scared, but as soon as she saw her brother, her fear disappeared. "I'll catch you if you fall, so don't worry," he reassured her. The dream was vivid and seemed like she had gone back in time to be with her brother when she was young. 


"Brother!" She reached out her hand to him, but the scene changed and she was running into the woods, being chased by men in black holding sharp blades. She was sweating and her heart was pounding. "Brother!" She screamed, but her throat was so dry that only a whisper came out. It was dark, and all sorts of twigs cut into her skin, but she couldn't stop running for fear of being killed. 


"Brother, where are you?" she continued to cry out, but she received no answer. As the darkness took over, she tripped over a root and fell to her knees. She felt a sharp pain in her body as if her soul had been torn from her flesh. 


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