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 Crown Prince has returned!" The guardian at the imperial palace of Brasil announced with a resounding voice. 


"Your Highness!" Sarg, the elderly man, brimmed with joy at the sight of Casper unscathed. He hurried towards him, ready to voice his concerns, but halted midway. A woman followed behind, exuding grace and elegance. Her soft gray hair framed a beautifully pale face. As she beheld her son's return, a sigh of relief escaped her lips, yet even she momentarily paused, struck by an oddity. 


"Queen Mother, I am back," Casper declared, his smile lighting up the surroundings. 


"Oh, my son, the wait has been agonizing," she said, her outstretched hands cradling Casper's face as she planted a gentle kiss upon his forehead. "I'm elated you're finally home." 


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