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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13. Scene 13 - Raising Hell

 

(FEYRE knocks on door)

 

LUCIEN – Come in, human.

 

FEYRE – (shutting door) I haven't seen you around.

 

LUCIEN – I had to go sort out some hotheads on the northern border – official emissary business. Although, I got back in time to hear your little spat with Tam, and decided I was safer up here. I am glad to hear your human heart has warmed to me, though. At least I'm not on the top of your killing-list.

 

(pause)

 

LUCIEN – Well, it seems you managed to get under Tam's fur enough that he sought me out and nearly bit my off. So I suppose I can thank you for ruining what should have been a peaceful lunch. Thankfully for me, there's been a disturbance out in the western forests and my poor friend had to go and deal with it in the only way he can. I'm surprised you didn't run into him on the stairs.

 

FEYRE – What sort of disturbance?

 

LUCIEN – (shrugging) The usual sort: unwanted, nasty creatures raising hell.

 

FEYRE – (carefully) I'm impressed you answered me that much. But it's too bad you're not like the Suriel, spouting any information I want if I'm clever enough to snare you.

 

LUCIEN – I suppose you won't tell me what you want to know.

 

FEYRE – You have your secrets, and I have mine. But if you were a Suriel (very, deliberately slowly) how, exactly, would I trap you?

 

LUCIEN – I'd probably have a weakness for groves of young birch trees in the western woods, and freshly slaughtered chickens, and would be so greedy that I wouldn't notice the double-loop snare rigged around the grove to pin my legs in place.

 

FEYRE – Hmm. (pause) I somehow prefer you as High Fae.

 

LUCIEN – If I were insane enough and stupid enough to go after a Suriel, I'd also take a bow and quiver, (picking out a knife form his belt) and maybe a knife just like this one. (putting the knife down in front of him) And I'd be prepared to run like hell when I freed it – to the nearest running water, which they hate crossing.

 

FEYRE – But you're not insane, so you'll be here, safe and sound.

 

LUCIEN – I'll be conveniently hunting on the grounds, and with my superior hearing, I might be feeling generous enough to listen if someone screams from the western woods. But it's a good thing I had no role in telling you to go out today, since Tam would eviscerate anyone who told you how to trap a Suriel; and it's a good thing I planned to hunt anyway, because if anyone caught me helping you, there would be trouble of a whole, other hell awaiting us.

FEYRE – Thank you.

 

LUCIEN – I hope your secrets are worth it.

 

FEYRE – It's a good thing that while you have superior hearing, I possess superior abilities to keep my mouth shut.

 

LUCIEN – (laughing) I think I'm starting to like you – for a murdering human…

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