An orb paused on Roman's face, having full detail of the love in his eyes. At this point, the king was somewhat aggravated.

"Oh, come on! One is in love with him? This is so idiotic!" The King growled.

"W-why not report this to Charlottes? I-if she dislikes this than she'll stop it, then we can make our move." His servant asked.

"Because, you know how she is! 'Awww, isn't love so wonderful? You can find it anywhere and it has no boundaries!' She always open to any type of love!" The King groaned.

"What if it was toxic?" A voice boomed from the door. The King looked up to see a trait.

"Who are you?" The King asked to this trait, who was coming closer to the throne.

"None of your concern, but I did hear you have a little problem with a rogue anxiety and I believe I could help. That is. . . If you want it?" The stranger offered, a devilish grin on their face.

"What do you think you can offer that can help?" The man on the throne asked, somewhat interested. He could really use someone's help.

"Well, instead of waiting around, we could actually take action. We have just as much power and rights to do what ever the hell we want! Plus, what is Charlottes going to do when she finds out we took back a dark trait? Take him back?" The stranger pointed out. The servants started to murmur.

"True, but we know a host can fully function without a main trait." The King retorted.

"And why do you care about that? This dark trait has gone rogue and deserves to be punished! I say we do exactly that!" The stranger yelled back.

"You know what? Maybe we should just let them be! As much I hate it, I'd rather not torture a trait!" The King yelled back. "And you're presents here is no longer welcomed, please escort yourself out or I will force you out."

The stranger started to snicker. That snicker soon became a cackle. "So you're just going to drop it? Is that what you do with everything? When you here a good plan that would work, you immediately drop your whole plan?"

"I may be the King of dark traits, but I know lines that shouldn't be crossed. Now, as I said, you're no longer welcomed here." The King growled, snapping his fingers.

Two guards appeared next to the now unwelcome guest. The stranger had an amused expression on his face. The stranger then snapped his own fingers and his own guards appeared.

"Now, I don't think you understand," the stranger announced, walking towards the King, "When I have my mind set on something, I don't let it go."

The stranger's guards threw the King off of his throne. "Hey! You'll pay greatly for this!" The King's voice seethed with anger.

"I don't think so. My army already concord 3/4s of this kingdom. And as law states, the one who has the most land has the most power." The stranger cackled.

"Now guards, take this softy to the dungeon." The stranger ordered. The guards, who had to follow orders, carried their old King to the deeps of the castle.

As they past by a window, all gazed out. Outside, it was absolute chaos. The traits that weren't ready to be sent out were fighting against distorted traits. Said distorted traits were grey, signaling to the King that they had no emotions.

The King's eyes widen as he realized who he was messing with. How could he be so blind? This wasn't a trait.
It was a fearless conquerer. 
It was a great torturer.
It was a parasite.
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"Corruption..."