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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

The moment the court was dismissed, Seraphine barely had time to turn before Kaelith's hand caught her wrist.

She gasped as he pulled her into a side corridor, away from prying eyes. The heavy doors shut behind them with a resounding thud, leaving them alone in the dimly lit space.

Seraphine had expected retaliation.

She had not expected the heat in his gaze.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" Kaelith murmured, his voice dangerously soft as he backed her against the stone wall.

Seraphine arched a brow, keeping her composure. "I merely took what you offered, my prince."

Kaelith let out a low, amused hum. "No, my queen," he corrected, his fingers trailing up her arm, slow, deliberate. "You took what was mine."

Seraphine shivered, but refused to yield. "And you let me."

His hand suddenly tilted her chin upward, forcing her to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes sent a slow, searing heat through her veins.

"You forget, Seraphine," he whispered, his lips brushing just over the shell of her ear. "For every move you make in public…" His other hand gripped her waist, fingers pressing possessively into the silk of her gown. "I will have my answer in private."

Seraphine swallowed hard, her pulse thrumming. "Is that a threat?"

Kaelith chuckled, dark and knowing. "No," he murmured, lips ghosting down her throat. "It's a promise."

And as he swept her up into his arms, carrying her deeper into the darkness, Seraphine knew—she had just started a war she might not win.

The Price of Defiance