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

At first, fleeing back to her chamber seemed like the sensible thing to do. But when she saw the men return a few minutes later with one of them looking slightly battered, she knew something was up. 


Then Zelda came along and her resolve to know what was going on was fired up. 


She had spoken civilly to Julius, but he wouldn’t let her through, and her frustration and his estimate of what she was capable of got the best of him. 


She briskly drew out his sword from his side and while he contemplated taking it easy on her because of her status, she used the hilt of the sword to hit the back of his head. Having private lessons and being a physician had paid off more than ever. 


She had quietly walked into the dungeon and had seen Kamaz, the man her father wanted her to marry and the most beautiful man she had ever seen, with the longest canines she had ever set her eyes on, eyes as red as the blood moon and long darkened fingernails, slightly webbed like claws. 


A DEAL TO BAILIMI