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 center was cleared and rid of any human but Zelda. A seat and a Pipa were provided, and the eyes of everyone were on Zelda. 


She knew this wasn't the time to cower or tremble. The Queen was earnestly waiting for her to entertain the gathering by playing a bad tune, and Prince Kamaz was eagerly waiting to make a mistake if things went south. 


It was up to her to ensure none of the aforementioned occurred. 


She settled on the seat despite the murmurs and small talk that were being made around her. She adjusted her sitting position to accommodate a favorable reach to the instrument, and the hem of her attire hiked a little above her ankles. 


Prince Toran caught sight of the trinket and his face beamed. 


Zelda could hear some of the words they told each other, words of how badly she was about to paint the Elsher clan. 


‘I’m Zelda Elsher. We are not known for ruins’ She said to herself. 


PLAY ZELDA..... PLAY