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

"That can't be true!" Symon's voice quivered, and he vehemently rejected Vasilias's claim. 


"Why are you so certain about it?" Vasilias maintained his composure, his voice steady and composed. 


"Bec-because," Symon continued to stutter, his anxiety evident. 


Vasilias approached him, tilting his head curiously. "Something tells me you're hiding things from me. Is it true? Tell me, my dear mage. Was all of this your plan from the beginning? Did you intend to kill the princess and frame the Ridavell to exact your long-lost revenge on them?" He provocatively probed. Symon's eyes flashed with a violet fire, and he shot a threatening glare at Vasilias. 


"Never, Your Highness! I would never commit such a heinous crime. Though I may harbor my own grievances against the Ridavell, I would never conspire against the nation that granted me shelter," Symon vowed as he fell to his knees, his voice filled with sincerity. 


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