A Court of Thorns and Roses

Feyre is a huntress. She thinks nothing of slaughtering a wolf to capture it's prey. But, like all mortals,she fears what lingers mercilessly beyond the forest. And she will learn that taking the life or a magical creature comes at a high price... Imprisoned in an enchanted court in her enemy's kingdom, Feyre is free to roam but forbidden to escape. Her captor's body bears the scars of fighting, and his face is always masked - but his piercing stare draws her ever closer. As Feyre's feelings for Tamlin begin to burn through every warning she's been told about his kind, an ancient, wicked shadow grows. Feyre must find a way to break a spell, or lose her heart forever...

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11. Scene 11 - Eavesdropping

(FEYRE gets out of bed and walks down stage right steps, along stage front and pauses at top of stage left stairs when she hears TAMLIN and LUCIEN talking) LUCIEN – I just want to know what you think you're doing. TAMLIN – What are you doing? LUCIEN – Me? By the Cauldron, Tam – there isn't much time, and you're just sulking and glowering. You're not even trying to fake it any more. TAMLIN – It was a mistake from the start. I can't stomach it, not after what my father did to their kind, to their lands. I won't follow in his footsteps – won't be that sort of person. So back off! LUCIEN – Back off? Back off while you seal our fates and ruin everything? I stayed with you out of hope, not to watch you stumble. For someone with a heart of stone, yours is certainly soft these days. The Bogge was on our lands – the Bogge, Tamlin! The barriers between courts have vanished, and even our woods are teeming with filth like the Bogge and the Puca. Are you just going to start living out there, slaughtering every bit of vermin that slinks in? TAMLIN – Watch your mouth. (LUCIEN steps menacingly towards TAMLIN) TAMLIN – Don't push me, Lucien. You think I don't know what's happening on my own lands? What I've got to lose? What's lost already? (TAMLIN takes a menacing step towards LUCIEN. FEYRE sharply intakes breath and both TAMLIN and LUCIEN whip around) FEYRE – I… I… Are… Are you going out for a ride today? LUCIEN – I'm unavailable today. (looking to TAMLIN) He'll go with you. TAMLIN – (grumpily) Whenever you want to go, just say so. LUCIEN – Perhaps tomorrow, human. (LUCIEN leaves stage left and FEYRE looks to TAMLIN) FEYRE – I don't want to go for a hunt. I hate hunting. TAMLIN – Then what do you want to do? FEYRE – Can we go for a walk? TAMLIN – Of course. (acting the tour guide) Just step this way. FEYRE – Can I see the study? (for the rest of this scene, TAMLIN and FEYRE are walking around the aisles amongst the audience) TAMLIN – You've been going for hunts, but you really don't have any interest in hunting. No wonder you two never catch anything. (TAMLIN flexes his bandaged hand) FEYRE – How's the hand? TAMLIN – I didn't thank you. FEYRE – You don't need to. (TAMLIN takes his head) TAMLIN – The Bogge's bite was crafted to slow the healing of High Fae just long enough to kill us. You have my gratitude. (pause) How did you learn to bind wounds like this? I can still use the hand, even with the wrappings. FEYRE – Trial and error. I had to be able to pull a bowstring the next day. TAMLIN – Has anyone ever taken care of you? FEYRE – No. Not really. TAMLIN – Did you learn to hunt in a similar manner – trial and error? FEYRE – I spied on hunters when I could get away with it, and then practised until I hit something. When I missed, we didn't eat. So learning how to aim was the first thing I figured out. TAMLIN – I'm curious. Are you ever going to use that knife you stole from my table? FEYRE – How did you know? TAMLIN – I was trained to notice those things. But I could smell the fear on you, more than anything. FEYRE – I thought no one noticed. TAMLIN – Regardless of the Treaty, if you want to stand a chance of escaping my kind, you'll need to think more creatively than stealing dinner knives. But with your affinity for eavesdropping, maybe one day you'll learn something of real value. FEYRE – I… I wasn't… Sorry. Lucien said you didn't have much time. What did he mean? Are more creatures like the Bogge going to come here because of the blight? TAMLIN – (shrugging it off) I'm an immortal Feyre. I have nothing but time. (pause) The force plaguing our lands and our powers – that, too, will pass someday, if we're Cauldron blessed. But yes – now that the Bogge has entered these lands, I'd say it's fair to assume others might follow it. (While lights are dimmed, table is moved and one chair put behind it – desk, and other chairs are dotted around stage left)
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