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 event at the Elsher castle was over and everyone returned to their homes. 


Everyone, except the Elite group of vampires who decided to stay in Kamaz’s mansion for a while longer. 


And just so they could have a vampire that would cater to their needs, they had chosen Rena and someone else to be present in the mansion during their stay. 


Zeda resumed lectures back in her school but there were more guards made to protect her, but only Julius was allowed to follow her into her classes. The girls who had led the riot of students that chased her, no longer schooled there and most persons who had participated in it, couldn’t remember most of what they had done. 


This day, as her lecturer taught the class, Zeda could be seen biting the tip of her pen as her mind wandered away from the lecture being taught. 


She thought of the rock on Kamaz’s property and the engraving on the rock. 


MA'AM