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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.

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Seraphine wrenched her arm back, twisting with all her strength. Kieran's grip loosened just enough—she drove her knee up, aiming for his ribs.

He caught the movement, sidestepping smoothly. "Predictable," he murmured.

She didn't give him time to recover. With a sharp pivot, she swung her dagger at his throat.

Kieran barely managed to dodge, the blade grazing his jaw. A thin line of crimson appeared, stark against his pale skin.

Instead of anger, he smiled. "You've gotten better."

Seraphine's heart pounded. She lunged again, but Kieran was faster. He sidestepped, catching her wrist in a vice-like grip.

In a flash, he twisted her arm behind her back, pulling her against him.

"Still not good enough," he whispered against her ear.

Seraphine gritted her teeth. "Let. Me. Go."

She stomped hard on his foot. Kieran hissed in pain, his grip slackening just enough—

Seraphine wrenched free and spun, slashing toward his chest.

His breath hitched as her blade cut through his shirt, drawing another thin line of red.

For the first time, something flickered in his gaze. Not amusement. Not arrogance.

Seraphine didn't wait to see what it was. She turned and ran, disappearing into the trees before he could stop her.

Behind her, Kieran chuckled softly, watching her retreating form.

"Run while you can, little dove," he murmured. "You'll come back to me soon enough."

Fire Against Shadow