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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 walked away, victory humming in her veins.

She had left him wanting. Left him unanswered.

But as she reached the door, she barely had time to react before a strong hand wrapped around her wrist, yanking her back with effortless strength.

Her breath caught as she was spun around—right into Kaelith's chest.

She gasped, but he was already moving, pressing her against the wooden door. His palm splayed against the surface beside her head, caging her in.

The dining hall was empty now—the servants had known better than to stay. They were alone.

Kaelith leaned down, his voice low and velvety against her ear. "You think you can walk away after that, Princess?"

Seraphine kept her chin high, refusing to shrink beneath his gaze. "I just did."

His hand ghosted over her waist, gripping the fabric of her dress, his touch light but possessive. "You like playing this game, don't you?"

Kaelith exhaled a short laugh, dark and knowing. "Do you?"

Before she could respond, his fingers trailed up her side—so faint, so teasing, that she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from reacting.

Then, without warning, he ripped the delicate ribbon at her sleeve, the soft fabric slipping just enough to expose the smooth curve of her shoulder.

Seraphine sucked in a breath, but Kaelith only tilted his head, dragging his knuckles along her bare skin in lazy circles.

"You forget, wife," he murmured, his lips a whisper away from her jaw. "I don't need to own you to have you."

Her pulse pounded in her throat, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. "And yet," she whispered back, tilting her head just slightly, challenging him, "you still don't."

Then—slowly, deliberately—he smirked.

Without another word, he stepped back, releasing her completely.

The sudden absence of his touch left her colder than she wanted to admit.

He straightened his tunic, his gaze raking over her with a look that promised this isn't over. "Enjoy your morning, Princess," he said smoothly, turning toward the exit.

Seraphine stood there, her breath unsteady, the ghost of his touch lingering on her skin.

And somehow, that felt like more of a victory for him than for her.

Checkmate