Silvaea's Shapeshifter

From the time he was a young boy, Prince Valentine had known the hour of his death. He’d planned his entire life around the battle he knew he would win and lose in the same instant. So when a mage apprentice restored him to life, he was more than a little angry. He hadn’t planned on returning from the battle. At least, not alive. He hadn’t planned on falling in love with anyone, let alone the greatest shapeshifter Silvaea had ever seen. And he definitely hadn’t planned on becoming the next in line to the crown of Felkonis. Brindle’s rare spirit, her charming smile and yes let’s admit it, her beauty melted away his anger though. She had planned her life quite carefully. Every step was precisely mapped out, and there was no room in it for any distraction. But she hadn’t planned on meeting Valentine, or raising him from the dead. And he was the sort of man that tempted you to abandon reason, along with everything else as mundane as plans. It wasn’t long before they knew they were meant for each other.