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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 didn't take her time dressing.

She barely dried herself before slipping into a deep crimson gown, tightening the laces with sharp, impatient pulls. Bear his child?

She stormed through the halls, her mind a whirlwind of emotions she refused to name.

Kaelith was already seated at the dining table when she entered. He looked completely composed, sipping his wine as if he hadn't just shattered the fragile balance between them.

His eyes flicked up to meet hers the moment she stepped inside. "You're late."

Seraphine slammed her hands onto the table. "You think you can just declare something like that and walk away?"

Kaelith leaned back in his chair, unfazed. "I didn't declare. I stated my desire." He took another sip of wine, his gaze never leaving hers. "Now I'm waiting for your answer."

Seraphine's pulse pounded. "You want an heir?" Her voice was sharp, but beneath it, something trembled. "Is that what this has been about? Is that why you—" She stopped herself before she could finish.

Kaelith set his goblet down. "I want you to bear my child, Seraphine." His voice was quiet, firm. "Not just any heir. Ours."

Something in her chest tightened, something dangerously close to fear.

"You don't control me, Kaelith," she said, her voice a low warning.

His lips curled into a knowing smirk. "I never said I did."

Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken words.

For the first time, Seraphine wasn't sure if she was fighting him… or herself.

The Confrontation