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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14. Scene 14 - How to Catch a Suriel

A/N - Many of the words in this script may look a little unfamiliar: Suriel is pronounced: sur-ee-el, and Hybern is pronounced: hi-bern.

 

(FEYRE is up a tree when SURIEL runs in from stage right and gets caught in some ropes on the floor)

 

SURIEL – Human. Did you set this clever, wicked trap for me?

 

FEYRE – Are you one of the Suriel?

 

SURIEL – Indeed I am.

 

FEYRE – Then the trap was for you.

 

SURIEL – I have not seen a human woman for an age. Come closer so I might look upon my captor.

 

(FEYRE doesn't move)

 

SURIEL – (laughs once) And which of my brethren betrayed my secrets to you?

FEYRE – None of them. My mother told me stories of you.

SURIEL – Lies – I can smell the lies on your breath. What would a human woman want from a Suriel?

FEYRE – You tell me.

SURIEL – A test? A foolish and useless test, for if you dared to capture me, then you must want knowledge very badly. (pause) Ask me your questions, human, then free me.

FEYRE – Is there – is there truly no way for me to go home?

SURIEL – Not unless you seek to be killed, and your family with you. You must remain here.

FEYRE – Okay… What do you know about Tamlin?

SURIEL – More specific, human. Be more specific, for I know a great many things about the High Lord of the Spring Court.

FEYRE – Tamlin is… Tamlin is High Lord?

SURIEL – You did not know? Interesting. (pause) Did you also not know that this is the Spring Court, little human?

FEYRE – Yes… yes, I know about that.

SURIEL – Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, Dawn, Day, and Night. The seven courts of Prythian, each ruled by a High Lord, each deadly in their own way. They are not merely powerful, they are power.

FEYRE – Everyone at the Spring Court is stuck wearing a mask, and yet you aren't. Are you not a member of the court?

SURIEL – I am a member of no court. I am older than the High Lords, older than Prythian, older than the bones of this world.

FEYRE – (as an aside to the audience) Lucien's definitely overestimated my abilities. (back in scene) And what can be done about this blight that has spread in Prythian, stealing and altering the magic? Where did it come from?

SURIEL – Stay with the High Lord, human. That's all you can do. You will be safe by his side. Do not interfere; do not go looking for answers after today, or you will be devoured by the shadow over Prythian. He will shield you from it, so stay close to him, and all will be righted.

FEYRE – Where did the blight come from?

SURIEL – The High Lord does not know that you came here today, does he? He does not know that his human woman came to trap a Suriel, because he cannot give he the answers she seeks. But it is too late, human – for the High Lord, for you, perhaps for your realm as well…

FEYRE – I am not his human woman.

SURIEL – Well, that is a subject for another time, maybe even another life. Across the western sea, there is another faerie kingdom called Hybern, ruled by a wicked, powerful king. Yes, a king, not a High Lord – there, his territory is not divided into courts. There, he is law unto himself. Humans no longer exist in that realm – though his throne is made of their bones,

FEYRE – No…

SURIEL – For some time now, the King of Hybern has found himself unhappy with the Treaty the other ruling High Fae of the world made with you humans long ago. He resents that he was forced to sign it, to let his mortal slaves go and to remain confined to his damp, green isle at the edge of the world. And so, a hundred years ago, he dispatched his most-trusted and loyal commanders, his deadliest warriors, remnants of the ancient armies that he once sailed to the continent to wage such a brutal war against you humans, all of them as hungry and vile as he. As spies and courtiers and lovers, they infiltrated the various High Fae courts and kingdoms and empires around the world for fifty years, and when they gathered enough information, he made his plan. But nearly five decades ago, one of his commanders disobeyed him. The Deceiver. And… We are not alone –

FEYRE – What?

(FEYRE draws her bowstring back but keeps the bow itself pointing downwards)

SURIEL – Human, you must free me and run. Run for the High Lord's manor. Do not forget what I have told you – stay with the High Lord, and live to see everything righted.

FEYRE – What is it? What's coming?

SURIEL – The naga… faeries made of shadow and hate and rot. They heard my scream, and they smelled you. Free me, human. They will cage me if they catch me. Free me and return to the High Lord's side.

(NAGA 1 enters Back Stage Left, NAGA 2 enters Back Stage Right, NAGA 3 enters Stage Left, NAGA 4 enters Stage Right)

NAGA 3 – (looking at SURIEL) The Dark Mother has sent us a gift today, brothers. (looking at FEYRE) And a meal.

NAGA 2 – (flexing hands) Not much to eat.

SURIEL – (begging) Human!

(FEYRE takes a step backwards, the NAGA do so too. FEYRE takes another step back, and screams. FEYRE draws back the bowstring and fires an arrow to free the SURIEL. FEYRE runs off Stage Right Steps, down right aisle. The chase continues until FEYRE reaches Front Of Stage, Centre Aisle, when NAGA 1 tackles her to the ground. FEYRE hits it with her bow, and NAGA 1 goes down. NAGA 2 tackles FEYRE)

NAGA 2 – Scrawny human thing. Do you know what you've cost us?

FEYRE – (gasping) Go to hell!

(FEYRE swings her bow again, but NAGA 3 catches it and throws it away from them)

NAGA 4 – (sitting on edge of stage pruning nails) We'll have our sport – though you might not find it as amusing.

NAGA 3 – When we're done with you, you'll wish you never crossed into Prythian. We'll cut you up so fine that there won't be much left for the crows to pick at.

(FEYRE grabs LUCIEN's hunting knife from her boot and slams it into NAGA 3's neck. NAGA 4 stands up, still picking at nails)

NAGA 4 – You'll bleed. We'll bleed you nice and slow.

(Suddenly, a roar sounds out, and TAMLIN appears, leaping at the NAGA and bringing the last two down very swiftly, and ends kneeling. TAMLIN stands up and offers his hand to FEYRE, helping her up)

TAMLIN – Feyre…

FEYRE – How?

TAMLIN – I was tracking a pack of them, and these four escaped. They must have followed your scent through the woods. I heard you scream. (pause) I found one dead half a mile away. I saw one of my arrows in it's throat, so I followed their tracks here.

FEYRE – I…

TAMLIN – It's okay. Here, take my jacket.

(FEYRE wraps his jacket around herself)

TAMLIN – Do I want to know what you were doing out here?

FEYRE – I thought I wasn't confined to the house and garden. I didn't realise I had come so far.

TAMLIN – On the days I'm called away to deal with… trouble, stay close to the house.

FEYRE – (numbly) Thank you. Not… not just for this. For saving my life, I mean.

TAMLIN – It was… the least I could do. They shouldn't have gotten this far onto my lands. (shoulders slumping) Let's go home.

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