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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 heavy doors locked behind them, sealing them away from the rest of the world.

Seraphine barely had time to react before Kaelith pressed her against the cold stone wall, his body caging hers completely.

"You were bold today, my queen," he murmured, his fingers tilting her chin up. His voice was smooth, controlled—but his eyes burned with something far more dangerous. "You took my power. Stood before my court and demanded it."

Seraphine met his gaze, unyielding. "I did what I had to."

A slow smirk curved his lips. "Did you?" His fingers brushed down her neck, tracing the frantic pulse there. "Then tell me, Seraphine—" His hand suddenly gripped her jaw, firm but not cruel, forcing her to look at him. "Will you demand from me now?"

Seraphine swallowed hard, her breath quickening.

Kaelith chuckled, dark and knowing. "No. Not tonight."

His grip loosened, but only so he could spin her around, pressing her back against his chest. One arm wrapped around her waist, the other slipping beneath the loose laces of her gown.

"Tonight, my queen," he whispered against her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine, "you will remember who holds the reins."

Seraphine gasped as he pulled her against him, his touch slow, unrelenting.

And as the night stretched on, she realized—there would be no escape from him tonight.

A Lesson in Surrender