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

Purple orbs intrigued the gaze of the King of Bailimi. 


Slowly, the veil covering Zelda’s face came undone and the dirt lines and tiny cuts gotten from their affairs reflected on her tender appearance. 


Kamaz had his hand wrapped around the hilt of his sword. He had no idea what the King wanted and he didn’t like the way the King stared at Zelda – it was a fixated stare that suggested the lowliest of carnal activities. But it seemed he recollected that his son had called her his chosen lady and his features sharpened. 


‘‘You’ll be honoured to know I’d love to share a meal with you all. 


Now you must retire. Toran treat our guests right’’ 


They thanked the King and were shown to their various places of rest. Tema requested for Zelda to stay with her as it would make it easier for them to commence their plan. It didn’t bud well with Kamaz but he agreed to it as Zelda had nothing against it. 


TENDRIN