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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

Seraphine moved toward her seat, keeping her expression unreadable. The servants set the table—fresh fruit, warm bread, and steaming tea—but the real tension in the room had nothing to do with the meal.

Kaelith sat at the head of the table, watching her like a predator who had already caught his prey.

"You're late," he said smoothly, lifting his cup to his lips.

Seraphine picked up her knife, slicing into an apple with practiced ease. "I didn't realize we had a schedule."

His smirk deepened. "After last night, I assumed you would be eager to see me again."

Her hand stilled for only a fraction of a second before she resumed cutting. "Last night was a lapse in judgment. It won't happen again."

Kaelith leaned back in his chair, studying her. "Won't it?"

Seraphine forced herself to meet his gaze, calm and detached. "I suggest you forget it ever happened."

Kaelith chuckled, setting his cup down with deliberate slowness. "Oh, Seraphine," he murmured, his voice like silk laced with steel. "You should know by now—I never forget."

A chill ran down her spine, but she refused to let him see how much he affected her.

"You mistake what happened for something more than it was," she said coolly. "It was nothing."

Kaelith's gaze darkened, the teasing edge vanishing. "Is that what you tell yourself?"

Seraphine lifted her cup to her lips, taking a slow sip of tea. "It's what I know."

Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken words, unfulfilled tension.

Kaelith exhaled softly, shaking his head as if she amused him. But there was something else in his eyes—something dangerous.

"You can lie to yourself all you want," he said, his voice quieter now, almost thoughtful. "But I know the truth, Seraphine."

She raised an eyebrow. "And what truth is that?"

Kaelith leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

"That no matter how much you fight it—" his gaze flickered to her throat, where the faintest trace of a love mark remained, hidden beneath the collar of her dress "—your body remembers."

Heat flared in her cheeks before she could stop it.

Seraphine placed her cup down with careful precision. "You're awfully confident, Kaelith. But tell me—what will you do when I prove you wrong?"

He tilted his head slightly, as if considering the challenge. Then, slowly, he smirked.

"Then I suppose I'll just have to remind you again."

The Game Resumes