Though Galatea knew the Oracle was never mistaken, she impatiently awaited news of Leonidas' fall. When the messenger arrived at last, her heart leapt with joy as she played her fife once more. Those tones reached the ears of King Xerxes, who would subconsciously deliver to her the remains of his enemy. Very soon, she would savor the sweetness of the great hero's blood.
Renewed Version of (Speculative) Conductress Galatea