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

Zelda was dressed and prepared to be joined by the only man apart from her father who could die for her. 


As she stared at herself in the mirror, she smiled. She couldn’t wait to see Kamaz’s reaction to her dress and her look. 


She ran a hand along the frontal part of her dress as she touched the pearls attached on her waist. 


But as she turned to her side, she wasn’t seeing her reflection anymore, and instead, the vision that had been haunting her thoughts for days began to play. 


Her heart began to beat erratically and she began to hyperventilate. 


Her skin went out cold and partly pale – all thanks to the extra things that had been used to enhance her features or she could have looked completely pale. 


A hand turned her around from the mirror. 


It was Tema and she found Zelda shaking with tears ebbed in those purple orbs she had also come to adore. 


‘‘Zelda, are you well? Heavens, speak to me!’’ She said before pulling Zelda to herself and hugging her. 


THE WEDDING