Lord Ragnar Kamazotz is a vampire and the first ever of his kind.
The beast in him only recognizes the tune of one lady…his Zeda. 
In his earliest years, she was the only person that could calm him down or get him close to sanity with the help of her instrument.

All that stopped when she was gruesomely murdered by the greedy members of the royal family. He slayed everyone involved but he was never himself again. 
He survived by relying on The Prophecy that promised her coming back.
Seven centuries later, he meets her again and his world is at peace until scenes from the ancient days rise up in this present one, threatening to kill her…again!

People called her his poison but he called her ‘his Antidote”.
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“I remember…I remember you now my love” Zelda said as more tears fell from her eyes as she looked at the man who had suffered through centuries seeking her return.
Kamaz was tongue tied…overwhelmed and his heart rate was faster than normal.
She remembers…

“I missed you so much Zeda” Kamaz said and Zeda lifted her hand to his face and he leaned into her small hand.
“I missed you badl..” Kamaz wanted to continue but the rest of his words were buried in Zeda’s mouth.
She had stood on her toes and slid her hands around his neck, dragging him to her level and placing her lips on his.
Kamaz was stunned but not for long…
He lifted her petite frame from her thighs and wrapped her around his waist for their heads to be at the same level and tears fell off their eyes as they kissed - pouring all of them into that soul uniting and heart joining kiss.
She moved herself impossibly closer to him, making him second guess his decision of taking things slowly with her.

“Quinzi toman,” Kamazotz groaned as their scents tangled.

The Vampire King's Only Antidote

All through the week, Kamaz had kept his word, and he only had access to Zeda from a distance. 


She did not lay her eyes on him but he had eyes on her. From the cameras in the house to the eyes of the persons he had assigned to attend the lectures she attends. 


But Zeda had no clue and on her end, she was frustrated. 


She felt she had misinterpreted his care towards her when he had saved her and began to take care of her. Especially when she got in a chat with some other maids and they told her of how Kamaz had also saved them from very dire situations in the past. 


They spoke of his kind heart despite his cold personality, but she didn't listen to the other prowesses they spoke of. All she could deduce was that saving her, bringing her to the mansion, and ensuring she was safe wasn't something special or out of the ordinary. 


He could have done it for any person in need! 


PINING