Her notorious reputation proves true as she receives narrow-eyed glances from many a member of the tranquil society, doing her best to deceive them with a charming façade.
Pausing slightly outside Vorladien and Legolas’ chamber, she straightens her posture, inhaling the sweet air deeply, holding it in and rapping as gently as possible on the chamber’s door.
“Mani? Tula..” Vorladien’s still slightly exhausted voice calls out, bidding Galatea into the room, benighted to the danger lingering so close to her.
Wiping a smirk off her lips at Legolas not being present, Galatea slowly enters the room, closing the door behind her and smiling warmly.
A light smile plays at Vorladien’s features as she motions for Galatea to come sit beside her on the bed. “What brings you here to fair Lórien, arwenamin?”
Stifling the urge to bring out both daggers and rip them through Vorladien’s pale skin, Galatea merely shifts her glance around the room, blind to the two children not too far away.
“Simply to check in on you, pen neth.”
Something about her all too coy words and shifty personality bring Vorladien to inch backward slowly in her bed, staring hard at the woman before her.
A light movement from one of the children causes Galatea to rapidly look in their direction, her breath imprisoned a moment. Turning around and kneeling beside the cradles, she smiles tenderly at the twins and then to Vorladien who seems to relax finally.
Galatea resumes her sitting position on the bed after a moment, touching a gentle hand to Vorladien’s face and trailing it down to her neck, gripping it tightly in one swift choke.
“Mani nae la umien!?” Her gaze is fierce, holding Vorladien tightly as she struggles ineffectively. "Letting that man corrupt you like this!!"
“Tampa!! Tanya awra!! Saes!” She pleads with Galatea, eventually being let up and dispatching a punch to Galatea’s face at that moment, sending her back.
Quickly unsheathing a dagger from one boot, Galatea’s façade vanishes, giving way to her feral, violent nature.
Having heard the commotion, a guard opens the door lightly, peeking around the corner, “Arwenami—Mani?!”? Latching onto Galatea from behind and grasping her in a choke, he looks at Vorladien, shocked.
“Uuma dela; I am fine.”
She looks to Galatea. “I thought you had changed, wethrinaer, but I was proven wrong.”
Her gaze turns back to the guard, speaking slowly, her strength drained, “Sana he.”
Snarling to the command, Galatea gives a final struggle from the choke, bending down and grasping the dagger, thrusting it forward into Vorladien’s thigh with a wicked glare.
Reacting quickly, the guard grabs Galatea by the back of her neck, pulling her up and thrusting his own dagger into the back of her arm, pulling her out of the room and biding another guard to fetch help for the Light...