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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12. Scene 12 - Learning a New Skill

A/N - Another fairly short scene this time, but again, just another bridge scene with not a huge deal to be said in it. Enjoy...

 

TAMLIN – There are lots of books here, at many different levels, so I guess I'll leave you to it.

 

(TAMLIN leaves stage right)

 

FEYRE – (picking up a book and opening it to the first page) See… seat… seated in the cou… council room… (FEYRE copies a word onto a piece of paper)

Uhh. I hate this! (FEYRE throws the piece of paper at the wall)

 

TAMLIN – I could help you to write to them, if that's why you're in here.

 

FEYRE – Help? You mean a faerie is passing up an opportunity to mock an ignorant mortal.

 

TAMLIN – I'm not mocking you, Feyre.

 

FEYRE – That says maybe, but you and your kind love killing my kind… but not before you force them to deal with your torturous mind games.

 

TAMLIN – I have never killed a human in my life.

 

FEYRE – Wow! A straight answer. I'm shocked!

 

TAMLIN – What's that supposed to mean?

 

FEYRE – Aren't faerie-kind always supposed to sugar-coat their words and all all these fancy frills to them, just so that they can back out of all promises they make, and all facts they state. Lovely loopholes.

 

TAMLIN – I don't know whether this has occurred to you yet, Feyre, but I haven't lied to you about anything, or stopped you from getting answers when you have questioned me. I have never once avoided a topic because of you. Does that not count for something?

 

FEYRE – That may be true, but you haven't passed up a single opportunity to show off my complete incapability of doing anything. You may not mean to, but even your demeanour mocks me. You mock me.

 

TAMLIN – Why should I mock you for a shortcoming that isn't your fault? Let me help you. I owe you for the hand.

 

FEYRE – Shortcoming? (clipped) Thanks.

 

TAMLIN – You think I've got nothing better to do with my time than come up with elaborate ways to humiliate you?

 

(FEYRE shakes her head)

 

TAMLIN – So you'll let Lucien take you on hunts and…

 

FEYRE – Lucien… doesn't pretend to be anything but what he is.

 

TAMLIN – What's that supposed to mean?

 

FEYRE – It means, that I don't know you. It means, I don't know who you are, or what you really are, or what you want.

 

TAMLIN – It means you don't trust me.

 

FEYRE – How can I trust a faerie? Don't you delight in tricking and killing my people?

 

TAMLIN – (angrily) You aren't what I had in mind for a human – believe me.

 

FEYRE – What? Illiterate, ignorant, unremarkable, proud and cold? I know that's not what you bargained for, but I guess you just drew the short straw, and it's what you're getting.

 

(TAMLIN lifts a hand and puts it placatingly on FEYRE's arm)

 

TAMLIN – Feyre…

 

(FEYRE shrugs his hand off and walks out, coldly)

 

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