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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 silence between them was no longer heavy with past wounds—it was something else now. Something unspoken, yet undeniable.

Seraphine's fingers were still laced with his, her warmth grounding him in a way he hadn't expected.

Kaelith exhaled slowly. "You are not what I expected."

Seraphine tilted her head. "And what did you expect?"

His smirk was faint. "A wife who would obey. A queen who would bend." His thumb traced absent patterns over the back of her hand. "Not a woman who would challenge me at every turn."

Seraphine's lips curled. "And yet, here we are."

He studied her, the flickering candlelight catching the sharpness of his gaze. "Yes," he murmured. "Here we are."

There was no battlefield between them now, no throne, no war—only the two of them, bound by something deeper than duty.

Kaelith reached up, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. It was not a possessive touch, not one of control. It was something far rarer—something gentle.

Seraphine's breath hitched, her pulse quickening.

"Seraphine," Kaelith murmured, her name like a vow on his lips.

And this time, when he leaned in, she did not pull away.

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