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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 stormed back through the palace, her pulse a steady drum against her ribs.

Evelyne's words still echoed in her mind.

"You're not sure of your own answer."

Hated even more that Kaelith had done this to her.

She found him in his study, poring over documents with his usual unreadable expression. He didn't look up immediately when she entered, as if he'd expected her all along.

Only when she shut the door behind her did he finally glance at her. "That was quick."

Seraphine's nails pressed into her palms. "You said you wanted me to bear your child."

Kaelith set his quill down. "I did."

"Why?" The single word came out sharper than she intended.

Kaelith studied her, then leaned back in his chair, his hands steepling. "I believe I already answered that."

Seraphine shook her head. "Not in the way I need you to."

His gaze darkened slightly. "You think this is a political move?"

"Isn't it?" she challenged. "An heir strengthens your claim, secures your position. And binding me to you in such a way—"

Her breath caught at the way he said her name.

Kaelith stood, crossing the room with slow, deliberate steps. He stopped in front of her, his presence overwhelming as always.

Then, softly, "Do you truly believe I see you as nothing more than a means to an end?"

But when she looked into his eyes, she saw something deeper—something real.

Kaelith reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I don't need just any heir. I need you."

Seraphine's throat tightened. "Why?"

He exhaled, his fingers lingering at her cheek. "Because I want you by my side, always." His voice was quieter now, the weight of his words sinking into her skin. "Because whatever this is between us, it's more than just power. More than a game."

Seraphine swallowed hard, her heart betraying her with its unsteady rhythm.

The Queen’s Demand