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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

Slipping out of Kaelith's bed with that smug little bite she'd left on his throat, thinking she could walk away victorious.

But Kaelith was not a man who allowed himself to be outplayed.

And this morning would be no exception.

The sound of running water filled the private bath chamber, steam rising in soft curls as Seraphine stood beneath the shower, her head tilted back, eyes closed, letting the warm stream wash away the aches—and the memories—of the night before.

Kaelith moved silently, the door shutting behind him with a soft click that made Seraphine's eyes snap open.

Before she could react, he was there, stepping into the shower, water trailing down the hard lines of his chest, his gaze locked onto hers with a dark, predatory gleam.

"You thought you could slip away that easily?" His voice was rough, husky from sleep, but there was nothing tired in his posture.

Seraphine took a slow step back, her spine meeting the cold tile wall. "You were asleep."

Kaelith smiled—a slow, dangerous smile that sent a thrill through her despite herself. "You should know by now, wife," he murmured, closing the distance between them, water sliding over his bare skin, "I'm never truly asleep."

She opened her mouth to retort, but Kaelith was faster.

His hands caged her in, palms flat against the wall on either side of her head, his body pressing her into the cold stone.

"You thought that little mark you left on me was enough?" he whispered, his breath hot against her wet skin. "That you could just walk away and win this round?"

Seraphine's pulse hammered, but she refused to back down. "Maybe I already did."

Kaelith's eyes darkened, a low, rumbling chuckle escaping him. "You really don't learn, do you?"

Before she could reply, his lips claimed hers—fierce, unrelenting, leaving no room for escape.

Water streamed down around them, the heat of the shower nothing compared to the fire building between them once again.

Seraphine, for all her strength and cunning, was losing this battle.

The Shower Trap