SapphirePeter

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

It was like the heavens were cracked open and had decided that this day was going to be the last day before a thousand-year drought began. 


The heavens poured out all it had within. 


At the four corners of the elevated platform where Kamaz still held Zelda- his voice broken from the countless pleas he had been making and his muscles stiff from how he was bent over her to shield her body from the rain- stood Falkur and Tema, who held each other at one of the corners. Tema was unconsolable and a part of Falkur still had not comprehended the prospect of Zelda’s death. He wasn’t even being an anchor to Tema at the moment as he also clung to her for support and strength. 


Tema’s injured leg and arm had been tightly wrapped to keep her broken bones in place and while they had hurt when she had been riding here with Gaius, the pain within her was a gazillion of that pain. 


HEARTS FOR ZELDA