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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 did not resist as the soldiers entered the tent. Their expressions were careful, their movements respectful—but there was no question about their orders.

"The prince wishes to see you, Your Highness," one of them said, bowing slightly.

Seraphine simply nodded. "Then take me to him."

The walk to Kaelith's tent was silent, the night pressing in around them. But her mind was anything but quiet.

Bloodbound. Marked. The words echoed in her thoughts, demanding understanding.

As they reached the tent, the guards stepped aside. One pushed open the heavy flap.

Kaelith stood inside, arms crossed, his golden eyes unreadable. The moment she entered, he dismissed the soldiers with a sharp nod.

"Start talking, Seraphine," he said. His voice was calm—but there was no mistaking the edge beneath it.

Seraphine lifted her chin. "I was looking for the truth."

Kaelith exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "And what did you find?"

She met his gaze. "Enough to know you've been keeping secrets from me."

Then, Kaelith stepped forward—too close, too intent. His fingers brushed her wrist, a touch that was more restraint than affection.

"And what will you do with that knowledge?" he murmured.

Because she wasn't sure of the answer yet.

Called to Account