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Born as an unwanted heir, Prince Kaelith has spent his life fighting for a place in a kingdom that never truly accepted him. When a political alliance forces him into an arranged marriage with the enigmatic Lady Seraphine, he sees it as yet another chain binding him to a fate he never chose.

But Seraphine is not what she seems. Beneath her beauty and grace lies a woman with secrets—secrets that could shake the very foundations of the kingdom. As Kaelith slowly unravels the web of deceit surrounding his new bride, he finds himself drawn to her in ways he never expected.

When a devastating betrayal threatens to break him, Kaelith is left questioning everything: his loyalty, his love, and the truth about the woman who now shares his bed. As war looms and hidden enemies close in, Kaelith and Seraphine must navigate a treacherous game of power, desire, and deception.

Will love be enough to mend the wounds of betrayal, or will their secrets tear them apart forever?

A tale of passion, political intrigue, and slow-burning romance, The Unwanted Prince is a gripping historical fantasy where love and loyalty are tested in the fires of war.

Am unwanted

Kaelith's grip on the letter tightened, the parchment crumpling slightly between his fingers.

She stood before him like a queen before judgment—unbowed, unbroken.

"You don't deny it." His voice was low, edged with something unreadable.

Seraphine exhaled softly. "Would it matter if I did?"

Kaelith's jaw tensed. He had expected evasion, perhaps even a well-placed lie. But this…

She wasn't begging for forgiveness. She wasn't scrambling for an excuse.

"You betray your own husband," he said, his voice quieter now, controlled. "You conspire against the crown."

Seraphine stepped closer, her eyes locked onto his. "And yet, you haven't turned me in."

Kaelith felt the weight of her words settle between them.

"Why is that, Kaelith?" she murmured.

His name on her lips sent a shiver through him, but he ignored it. He had come too far to be swayed now.

He should drag her before the king. Should demand answers, demand loyalty.

Instead, he reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her jaw before trailing lower, down the column of her throat.

"Do you think this is a game?" Kaelith asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Seraphine swallowed, but she didn't look away. "And if it is?"

Kaelith's thumb traced the rapid pulse at her neck. "Then you should be careful, my love." He leaned in, his breath warm against her skin. "Because I always play to win."

Seraphine let out a slow breath, but Kaelith wasn't fooled. He felt the tension in her frame, the conflict warring beneath her carefully composed mask.

Let her feel the same torment she had inflicted upon him.

"You still don't know everything," she whispered.

Kaelith pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. "Then tell me."

For the first time, uncertainty flickered in her eyes.

And Kaelith knew—he had cracked her armor.

But whether that would lead to her truth… or another deception, he had yet to see.

A Dangerous Game