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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 moved swiftly through the dimly lit corridors, her heart pounding in her chest. The diversion had worked—at least for now. She pressed herself against the cold stone wall, catching her breath as she listened for approaching footsteps. Silence.

With careful precision, she pushed open the heavy door to the east wing's forbidden chamber. Dust swirled in the air, catching the moonlight that streamed through the high, arched windows. The room was eerily still, untouched by time.

At the center of the chamber, bound in enchanted chains, was the figure she had risked everything to find. A man—disheveled, but regal in a way that could not be ignored. His piercing gaze met hers, filled with both suspicion and something deeper. Recognition? Hope?

"Who are you?" His voice was hoarse from disuse, but it still carried the weight of authority.

"A friend," Seraphine answered, stepping closer. "And if what I suspect is true—you are more than that. You are the rightful heir to a fallen dynasty."

His eyes darkened, jaw tightening. "That dynasty is dust. The past is dead."

"Not entirely." Seraphine knelt beside him, reaching for the shackles. "There are still those who remember. Who wait. And they will follow you—if you let them."

He hesitated, searching her face. "And why should I trust you?"

Seraphine's lips curled into a knowing smile. "Because I have more to gain from freeing you than keeping you here. And so do you."

The heir exhaled slowly, then nodded. "Then break the chains, and let's begin."

Seraphine pressed her hand against the intricate sigils etched into the metal. A surge of energy pulsed beneath her fingertips. The magic resisted—then shattered.

The Lost Heir