To much work.

So much deadlines.

When was he allowed to take a break?

Running a hand through his brown hair, gripping strands between his fingers, hand shaky. This was not an ideal moment for a Prince like him.

Coming up with any creative ideas was like trying to find a cure for cancer. It was simply impossible. So many loose paper's, all with scribbles and crossed out writing. The poor trashcan was overflowing with crumpled up paper spilling onto the floor.

The Prince like trait groaned aloud. Thumping his head on the desk, feeling not so glittery anymore.

"Why am i so useless.." He muttered.

A small cough erupted from his throat, and he didn't think much of it, that is until he saw a black substance covering his hand. Eye's went wide as the creative trait pulled his chair back and coughed up more black.

"What the fuck- what is this?!" The black liquid covered his hands, dripping onto the carpet below, leaving a stain that'll never come out. Roman panicked, as another spew of the strange liquid poured from his mouth.

Whatever it was, it tasted horrible. Like.. Ink. -He's never tasted ink but it sure did seem like a reasonable answer for the time being- but why?

Another cough erupted from his throat, more ink spilling down his chin, staining his once white suit. A metallic after taste filled his mouth, and it was terrible. The prince trait was questioning if he should go tell the others, or wait it out. Or maybe this was another weird nightmare?

No coherent thought was registering in his head, as the black substance began to drip down his fingers, now staining the carpet even further, puddles forming while he started to choke.

Not even a scream or yelp could erupt from his helpless lips, all he could do was panic and taste a burning sensation inside his mouth. Staining his skin, coloring his whole arms black, he could feel himself become dizzy.

Slamming onto his desk, he attempted to hold onto it for some sort of support. Paper's flew off and ot caused him to slip down onto the floor with a crash.

All that was left was a mess of black ink dribbling from his mouth. And a famailr duke lurking in the shadows, tears streaming down his face.

"Who's the evil twin now brother?"

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