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

She thought she was ready but nothing was capable of preparing her for Kamaz’s words. She had waited with held breath and even stilled her heart but it still wasn’t enough. Those words had cut through the joy that had been spiralling in her system. 


The joy from every waking moment and every single day for the past two months and more especially, the joy from a few hours back. 


‘We are going to have a child together my love. I want you to be there with me, through it all. I can’t do it alone’ She thought within, but not a single reaction from this thought could Kamaz understand. 


He urgently took her hands in his, misinterpreting the look on her face. 


‘‘I know I wasn’t supposed to leave your side for a year and I-’’ 


His head dropped as he bit the walls of his cheek. His heart was hurting and tearing. 


He didn’t get married to her for him to begin to go to war or to leave her alone. 


GOING TO WAR(II)