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

Kamaz carried her on his back to the top of the mountain and as he carried her, Zelda remembered something – the first day she had climbed this same mountain. 


Kamaz had left her at the foot of the mountain all by herself and it had taken her some time to find the top of the mountain. 


Is he bringing me here so we could train?’ Zelda thought. 


Kamaz got to the top of the mountain and she got down from his back. 


‘‘The only form of training we are here to do is on how to make babies…’’ Kamaz said lightly as he pointed at a spot ahead. 


‘Can he hear my thoughts? Did he just predict my mind?’ 


‘‘Why do you have that look on? Was that what you were thinking? 


That I was here to make you train?’’ Kamaz asked and Zelda nodded. He shook his head as he went behind her and placed his hands on her shoulder. 


WEDDING NIGHT