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

At the kingdom of Oheria, the carriages that were sent to Ridavell returned with a sense of ultimate loss. Fear and anxiety were evident on the faces of those who had gone there. They had been entrusted with the task of bringing back Arcane, but he had disappeared without a trace. As soon as the news reached the palace, the whole kingdom went into a state of frenzy. 


Iroas, who had been tasked with delivering the official news to the king, entered the courtroom with a heavy heart. As he approached the throne, his bones turned cold and fear enveloped his body tightly. The aura in the room was so thick that it made it hard to breathe. He didn't dare to look up at the king, who sat high above in his throne chair, looking straight at him with his burning cyan eyes. 


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