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

Kamaz rode on a horse with Zelda behind him while Julius rode on another beside them. 


Because Zelda's thoughts were occupied because he was going to war, her body system did not respond negatively and there was no hint of her wanting to throw up. She was concerned for him. 


After speaking with her father, she followed him out. “This is the time you retire for the night Zelda. Go in, it's cold" He said. 


"Yes, I know, but… I needed to give you this, “ Zelda said, and she pulled out the hairpin that held her hair in place. 


She had fixed it in her hair before getting on the horse to prevent her hair from scattering. 


“Why are you giving me this?" He asked. 


“Now my hair will continuously be carried by the wind till you return. Do you know what that means? 


It means my hair will look this way till you return. So don't stay away for too long. I don't want to scare people off looking like a ghost “ She said. 


He smiled before pulling her in for a hug. 


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