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

Fifteen minutes into the spar, Toran had knocked off both daggers from her hands. She could tell at some point that he was partly toying with her even though she had given him a tough time as his breath turned ragged but she knew he was still holding back. 


Why do they like holding back? It's either their skill, strength, friendship, or VERY important information!!!' Zelda screamed in her mind - she was referring to a certain recent occurrence. 


Her elbows, knees, and a corner of her cheeks were tainted with soft mud from how many times she had fallen, but she had managed to get up every time, although her strength had depleted. 


She had managed to launch two kicks at him even though she had nothing to defend herself with. Toran was surprised because he was expecting her to give up seeing as he was the one with a weapon. Zelda Elsher had intrigued him yet again. 


WE NEED TO TALK AND NOW!!!!!