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

The term 'chosen lady' was used centuries ago, for women who are selected by high officials. They were chosen to be their partners during a certain event or a time in a city or Kingdom they do not originate from. 


Kamaz stood before Toran, his sword still drawn in one hand. He had tried to quickly subdue the King's private guard or spy - which had not been an easy feat without him losing himself to his beast. 


A small smile played on the lips of Prince Toran because even though Kamaz was being his usual soundless self, Toran knew what he wanted. 


"Do not cause a scene, brother-in-law. A betrothed carrying his maid is one way to do so" Prince Toran said. 


Kamaz's nostrils flared and the hilt of his sword blazed in his hold. 


Before he could say anything, Prince Toran cut right in. 


"Pardon me. I almost forgot. She's not your maid; she's my chosen lady...well, at least for a few days, " Prince Toran said, holding Zelda tighter to himself. 


''MY LORD''