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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 exhaled softly, her fingers resting lightly on the stem of her glass. Kaelith thought he had her cornered. Thought she would fluster, retreat, submit.

If he wanted a game, she would give him one.

Slowly, deliberately, she leaned forward, resting her chin against her hand as she met his gaze. "Is that so?" she mused, her voice smooth as silk. "You assume too much, Kaelith. I am not a woman so easily reminded."

Kaelith's smirk didn't waver, but his fingers tapped once against the table—a tell. She had his attention now.

Seraphine picked up a grape from the silver tray between them, rolling it between her fingers before bringing it to her lips. She bit into it with slow, deliberate ease, never breaking eye contact.

"Do you think you own me?" she asked lightly.

Kaelith's expression shifted, his amusement tempered with something sharper. "I think you belong to me more than you'd like to admit."

Seraphine hummed, tilting her head. "Belonging implies choice. And I don't choose you, Kaelith."

Then, before he could reply, she stood.

The servants moved swiftly, stepping aside as she walked toward his side of the table. Kaelith remained still, watching her with a mix of intrigue and challenge.

Seraphine placed one hand on the back of his chair, leaning down until her lips were inches from his ear. "Tell me, husband," she murmured, her breath warm against his skin. "If I truly belonged to you, wouldn't you have me right now?"

She felt the subtle tension in his shoulders, the way his breathing deepened. She had him.

Before he could react, she pulled back, her smirk matching his own. "You mistake desire for ownership," she said, her tone laced with finality. "But they are not the same."

Kaelith's jaw tightened. His eyes burned with something dark, something dangerous. But Seraphine only offered him a slow, knowing smile.

Then, with the grace of a queen, she turned and walked away, leaving him with his own words and an unfulfilled challenge.

A Queen’s Gambit