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Gala
Legacy Name: Gala
The
Common Experiment #911Owner:
CassiopeiaAge: 11 years, 10 months
Born: June 23rd, 2012
Adopted: 3 years, 2 weeks, 4 days ago
Adopted: April 4th, 2021
Statistics
- Level: 42
- Strength: 78
- Defense: 63
- Speed: 63
- Health: 63
- HP: 63/63
- Intelligence: 180
- Books Read: 165
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Lead Librarian
She had the best of everything.
Galatea was a Lady. She lived in a castle, fraternized with Royals alongside other Lords and Ladies, and her best friends, otherwise known as “her circle,” were girls and boys of similar titles and status as herself and her family, and had wealth and estates as equal to her own family’s.
Galatea was a Lady; her family had wealth, status, and a large estate; her circle had the same social status and titles as her own; and her life continued as such until her death.
But there was one piece that didn’t fit with the rest of the story. One piece that was taken out of the story by her family, a piece that was shattered by the hand of her family with their power, and was never spoken of, nor referred to, again; not even did Galatea dare to think of it; but this piece did so happen, and at first, to Galatea, there was no danger of that terrible fate happening upon this piece of Galatea’s story.
In one of her family’s balls, she had met a man. Nothing sordid had led from this meeting. No graphic imagery or violent actions would lead from this meeting. The man’s undoing was utterly and completely of his own, in nonrelation to Galatea, but still, Galatea’s family would find out, and that would be the end of them. But they still had to meet for such a thing to happen. The meeting, in itself, was unremarkable; just a Lady meeting a commoner, a stranger from the streets in the crowds, really. Galatea thought there was nothing to the meeting as well as the man himself. But she would turn out to be wrong, for her family was on the alert as soon as they had caught wind of their meeting.
She had only learned the man’s name through time in which they had grown closer. The man had no expectation of romance nor commitment in their relationship, and he had informed Galatea from the very first, and Galatea had understood. Still, their relationship had grown, so that they had become close to each other, in the matter of other balls throughout the months. They had danced in a non-romantic manner; he was perfectly friendly and both of them kept their interactions platonic, as close and supportive as they were for each other. The family knew of this, but saw no need to step in, until something had happened to set off everything that had come thereafter.
The man had gone off with one of her best friends, Lady Cassandra, in a plan to elope, so that they would be married upon their return, and Lady Cassandra’s family would be able to do nothing about it. Throughout their friendship, Galatea had realized something beyond the concept of being used: the man had never told her of himself. It had always been about her; she knew she would have noticed sooner, had he not been an exceptional manipulator, always deflecting her questions and changing the subject at a moment’s notice, without her attention as she went to talk more about herself and her life. She hadn’t even known he was interested in Lady Cassandra. Her and Lady Cassandra’s family, therefore, conspired that, upon Lady Cassandra’s return, they would lock up their daughter away from the man, and ban the man from consorting with their daughter, filing for an annulment of the marriage, and exiling Lady Cassandra from society until they would marry her off to an entrusted family friend’s son, and move them away into a different country, where she would never be seen nor heard from again.
There was an onslaught of emotion in Galatea’s reaction in the aftermath of the scandal. Galatea felt guilt, nausea, betrayal, surprise then shock, and intense regret, in succession with one after another. If she hadn’t met the man, then Lady Cassandra would never have been subjected to this. Once she had confided this to her family, her family waved it off, by saying that there was nothing she could do about it, and that her friend should have known better, and that she, of course, couldn’t have known about the man’s deprivity. Galatea, in spite of herself, asked of what the man had been up to and what he will do, now that the marriage had been annulled. Her mother ignored her daughter and pretended she hadn’t heard the question. On the other hand, her father looked at his daughter with ice in his piercing eyes straight to the soul, and said in a frosty voice, “That man is dead to all of us in society. You may never speak of that man again, on the pain of disownment, cruel, and unusual punishment,” he warned his daughter, and the daughter took pains for the rest of her life to heed his words. Relations for Galatea and her parents went back to normal, but something had gone from Galatea, and not just permission to speak of that man. Galatea’s life had returned to normal; she went on to marry, have children, and be a philantropist and patron for several charities; but she had not gone back to normal and never would from that point on, even when she had met Lady Cassandra to have several get-togethers and reunions later on in life, and Lady Cassandra had forgiven her, told her to stop using ‘Lady,’ and get on with her life, as Lady Cassandra had, who looked much better off than Galtea, in comparison.
It was in the way that Lady Galatea’s parents had done away with the situation, and perhaps, their daughter’s soul along with it, that they would never know.
Galatea was a Lady. She lived in a castle, fraternized with Royals alongside other Lords and Ladies, and her best friends, otherwise known as “her circle,” were girls and boys of similar titles and status as herself and her family, and had wealth and estates as equal to her own family’s.
Galatea was a Lady; her family had wealth, status, and a large estate; her circle had the same social status and titles as her own; and her life continued as such until her death.
But there was one piece that didn’t fit with the rest of the story. One piece that was taken out of the story by her family, a piece that was shattered by the hand of her family with their power, and was never spoken of, nor referred to, again; not even did Galatea dare to think of it; but this piece did so happen, and at first, to Galatea, there was no danger of that terrible fate happening upon this piece of Galatea’s story.
In one of her family’s balls, she had met a man. Nothing sordid had led from this meeting. No graphic imagery or violent actions would lead from this meeting. The man’s undoing was utterly and completely of his own, in nonrelation to Galatea, but still, Galatea’s family would find out, and that would be the end of them. But they still had to meet for such a thing to happen. The meeting, in itself, was unremarkable; just a Lady meeting a commoner, a stranger from the streets in the crowds, really. Galatea thought there was nothing to the meeting as well as the man himself. But she would turn out to be wrong, for her family was on the alert as soon as they had caught wind of their meeting.
She had only learned the man’s name through time in which they had grown closer. The man had no expectation of romance nor commitment in their relationship, and he had informed Galatea from the very first, and Galatea had understood. Still, their relationship had grown, so that they had become close to each other, in the matter of other balls throughout the months. They had danced in a non-romantic manner; he was perfectly friendly and both of them kept their interactions platonic, as close and supportive as they were for each other. The family knew of this, but saw no need to step in, until something had happened to set off everything that had come thereafter.
The man had gone off with one of her best friends, Lady Cassandra, in a plan to elope, so that they would be married upon their return, and Lady Cassandra’s family would be able to do nothing about it. Throughout their friendship, Galatea had realized something beyond the concept of being used: the man had never told her of himself. It had always been about her; she knew she would have noticed sooner, had he not been an exceptional manipulator, always deflecting her questions and changing the subject at a moment’s notice, without her attention as she went to talk more about herself and her life. She hadn’t even known he was interested in Lady Cassandra. Her and Lady Cassandra’s family, therefore, conspired that, upon Lady Cassandra’s return, they would lock up their daughter away from the man, and ban the man from consorting with their daughter, filing for an annulment of the marriage, and exiling Lady Cassandra from society until they would marry her off to an entrusted family friend’s son, and move them away into a different country, where she would never be seen nor heard from again.
There was an onslaught of emotion in Galatea’s reaction in the aftermath of the scandal. Galatea felt guilt, nausea, betrayal, surprise then shock, and intense regret, in succession with one after another. If she hadn’t met the man, then Lady Cassandra would never have been subjected to this. Once she had confided this to her family, her family waved it off, by saying that there was nothing she could do about it, and that her friend should have known better, and that she, of course, couldn’t have known about the man’s deprivity. Galatea, in spite of herself, asked of what the man had been up to and what he will do, now that the marriage had been annulled. Her mother ignored her daughter and pretended she hadn’t heard the question. On the other hand, her father looked at his daughter with ice in his piercing eyes straight to the soul, and said in a frosty voice, “That man is dead to all of us in society. You may never speak of that man again, on the pain of disownment, cruel, and unusual punishment,” he warned his daughter, and the daughter took pains for the rest of her life to heed his words. Relations for Galatea and her parents went back to normal, but something had gone from Galatea, and not just permission to speak of that man. Galatea’s life had returned to normal; she went on to marry, have children, and be a philantropist and patron for several charities; but she had not gone back to normal and never would from that point on, even when she had met Lady Cassandra to have several get-togethers and reunions later on in life, and Lady Cassandra had forgiven her, told her to stop using ‘Lady,’ and get on with her life, as Lady Cassandra had, who looked much better off than Galtea, in comparison.
It was in the way that Lady Galatea’s parents had done away with the situation, and perhaps, their daughter’s soul along with it, that they would never know.