Summary : Blood Curses are a nasty business especially those that keeps on passing through generations. With only a few years left to live, the Greengrass heiress had to find a way to cure her blood malediction whilst at the same time being the financial advisor of a certain infamous scarred man.

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— Waltz of Blood —

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"...D-Don't cry Cadmus my luv...we both knew that this moment would alas come'th...ye' can't keep foolin' death forever."

An insufferable feeling of hopelessness permeates my whole being as I gazed upon those eyes of my one and only love. Sadness and fury was etched deep within those two wondrous grey orbs as i basked within the cradle of his warm embrace.

His complexion so full of vigor and life unlike mine which is deathly pale and hallow which stinks of rotten corpse.

Another burst of pain flowed through my entire being but i held it at bay and pretended to haven't felt it for i don't want to see him saddened even more.

I could feel death whispering within the back of my ears.

—Ye can't stay much longer, this world hath long rejected thine existence.

It beckons me to follow, to return to that void of which the sanctuary of death presides.

I want to curse, to scream and howl in defiance against the heavens for the unfairness that fate bestowed upon us.

Why can't destiny be altered?

...Why can't i stay besides him?

That's just all have i wished for.

Suddenly Cadmus' soft hands gently touch my cheeks as if sensing my inner turmoil.

"Hush my luv and sleep, don't ye' worry for I'll do something about this dilemma...I'll think of a way to prevent death from returning you back to that place."

I want to retort but his finger forbade my lips from speaking. With a forlorn smile he then gave me a peck and whispered;

"Hush and just sleep for now...I'll always be here when you wake up."

— Daphne Greengrass Manor / 6:26 am —

What a weird dream.

I groggily opened my eyes and felt my body stirred as i let my vision adjust to the brightness of the morning light that's seeping through the veils of my window. Cold sweat drenched my nightgown which illicit an irritated discomfort hence I automatically reach out a hand towards the table at my bedside and fetch a towel to wash off my perspiration and—oh merlin.

Yet it happened again!

I looked down at the chest area of my nightgown.

Blood.

A dried blood in an oddly triangular shape with a horizontal line at the middle was blotched within the inner fabric of the sleepwear.

Sigh.

As expected, the ominous triangular wound within the center skin of my chest had began bleeding out again whilst i was asleep last night.

Damnable hex.

This 'blood malediction' has been going on for months now.

How long must i endure this indignation?

I thought so in woe before taking my eyes off it.

Not wanting to be dressed in a marred gown any longer, i then swiftly took it off and stood bare naked before walking in front of the grand mirror that hangs at the far side wall of my room.

My reflection, a twenty year old platinum haired woman looked back at me with a scowl.

Well good morning there my fair lady...not that its good to begin with.

My scowl then turned into a sneer.

I can't remember the last time i woke up in a good mood ever since this damnable 'curse' began to appear.

My eyes then gradually slip down again onto the odd wound at the center in between my breast. It has an oddly triangular form with a circular inner sphere with a horizontal line at the middle. This mark appeared on my twentieth birthday and was the first symptoms of a blood malediction curse that have ailed my household for over the ages.

If not treated swiftly then my blood would gradually be toxic and venomous until i succumb to the hex then die.

My grandfather said that what's happening to me had also occurred to my predecessors specifically only within the female line of the Greengrass ancestry.

—The Piper's Hex.

My ancestors dubbed it as such and supposedly it even predates back to the founding era of the family which is around the 13'th century.

Its a deadly curse that appears when a Greengrass woman reach her adulthood and the hex would gradually siphon the life out of its victims.

My medieval ancestors seemed to have found a cure for it but alas all our precious ancestral records were sadly destroyed along with the death of my parent's back at the great 1st Wizarding War hence the healing method was lost.

I almost got the urge to break down and cry but alas resisted such worthless endeavour for there's no use in shedding tears.

Crying won't help me in any way.

It won't keep me from dying due to the curse and my only way to survive is stand in defiance against fate. Life is a constant struggle and the weak only gets trampled down with no remorse and sentiment.

That is truth of my reality.

Sigh.

I gently slapped my cheeks in a gesture of psyching myself up.

You can do this Daphne.

I won't be defeated by a mere long forgotten ancestral malediction. I still have lots of things that i want to do in life and dying isn't one of them.

Six years.

The healer that checked my condition predicted that i only have six years left before i feel the full brunt of the Piper's hex and kill me.

I bit my lower lips till it bled, my mind recalling the vow i made by my ancestral graves.

I promise that within these six years that i have left, i will do anything just to circumvent my fate...I won't let myself die—I refuse to yield!

I will do anything.

Anything.

—Even if i have to make a deal upon death itself.