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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15. Scene 15 - Rediscovering Tamlin

(LUCIEN and TAMLIN are sitting around a table together. LUCIEN has his feet on the table, and both are sipping wine)

LUCIEN – I heard you two had a rather exciting afternoon. I wish I could have been there to help. (mouthing at FEYRE) Sorry.

(pause)

LUCIEN – Well, you still look lovely, regardless of your hell-sent afternoon.

FEYRE – (snorts) I've never looked lovely a day in my life. Anyway, I though faeries couldn't lie.

(TAMLIN chokes on his wine. LUCIEN grins)

LUCIEN – Who told you that?

FEYRE – Everyone knows it.

LUCIEN – Of course we can lie. We find lying to be an art. And we lied when we told those ancient mortals that we couldn't speak an untruth. How else would we get them to trust us and do our bidding?

FEYRE – (numbly) Iron?

LUCIEN – Doesn't do us a lick of harm. Only ash, as you well know.

(pause)

TAMLIN – Even though Lucien revealed some of our closely guarded secrets, we've never used your misinformation against you. We never willingly lied to you.

(FEYRE nods)

LUCIEN – Not that this rather awkward conversation isn't delightful, but I have something you may have heard of, called a life. And it needs attending to. Goodnight.

(with a sweeping bow, LUCIEN exits Stage Right)

TAMLIN – Are you feeling… better?

FEYRE – If I never encounter a naga again, it will consider myself extremely fortunate.

TAMLIN – What were you doing out in the western woods?

FEYRE – I heard a legend once about a creature who answers your questions, if you can catch it.

(TAMLIN freeze)

TAMLIN - I went to catch the Suriel…

FEYRE – I caught the Suriel.

TAMLIN – And did it tell you what you wanted to know?

FEYRE – We were interrupted by the naga before it could tell me anything useful.

TAMLIN – I'd start shouting, but I think today was punishment enough. (disbelievingly) You actually caught the Suriel – a human girl.

FEYRE – (smiling a little) Is it supposed to be hard?

TAMLIN – (chuckling, then he pulls a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket) Well, if I'm lucky, I won't have to snare the Suriel to find out what this is about.

FEYRE – Is that? It's my list of words from the library. It's…

TAMLIN – Unusual? Queue? Slaying? Conflagration? Is this a poem about murdering me and then burning my body?

FEYRE – (standing up) Goodnight.

(FEYRE gets as far as Stage Right Steps before TAMLIN speaks again)

TAMLIN – You love them very much, don't you? I wonder if your family realizes it – that everything you've done wasn't about that promise to your mother, or for your sake, but for theirs. (pause) I know… I know that when I said it earlier, it didn't come out very well, but I could help you write.

 

FEYRE – Leave me alone.

 

(FEYRE walks away, and along front stage, but TAMLIN leaps of stage in front of her)

 

TAMLIN – I'm not insulting you.

 

FEYRE – I don't need your help.

 

TAMLIN – Clearly not. A human who can take down a faerie in a wolf's skin, who ensnared the Suriel, and killed two naga on her own. (laughing a little) They're fools. Fools for not seeing it. (holding out the list of words to FEYRE) Here.

 

(FEYRE puts the list into her pocket)

 

TAMLIN – You gave up so much for them. Do you even know how to laugh?

 

FEYRE – I don't want your pity.

 

TAMLIN – What about a friend?

 

FEYRE – Can faeries be friends with mortals?

 

TAMLIN – Five hundred years ago, enough faeries were friends with mortals that they went to war on the humans' behalf.

 

FEYRE – What?

 

TAMLIN – How do you think the human armies survived as long as they did, and did such damage that my kind even agreed to a treaty? There were faeries who fought and died at the humans' sides for their freedom, and mourned when the only solution was to separate our peoples.

 

FEYRE – Were you one of them?

 

TAMLIN – I was only a child at the time, too young to understand what was happening – or to even be told. But had I been old enough, I would have done. Against slavery, against tyranny, I would gladly go to my death, no matter whose freedom I was defending.

 

FEYRE – I hope that I would do the same, and it's only because of thoughts like that, that I can sleep at night. But honestly, I have no idea if I would uphold my morals under pressure and threat such as that.

 

TAMLIN – For what it's worth, your family knows your safe. They have no memory of a beast bursting into their cottage, and think a long-lost, very wealthy aunt called you away to aid her on her deathbed. They know you're alive, and fed, and cared for. But they also know there have been rumours of a… threat, in Prythian and are prepared to run should there be any signs of the wall faltering.

 

FEYRE – You… you altered their memories?

TAMLIN – Glamoured their memories, like putting a veil over them. I was afraid your father might come after you, or persuade some villages to cross the Wall with him and further violate the Treaty.

 

FEYRE – You don't know him. My father wouldn't have bothered to do either.

 

TAMLIN – Yes, he would have.

 

FEYRE – But he wouldn't, not with that twisted knee. Not with it as an excuse. (pause) You truly warned then, about the possible threat?

 

TAMLIN – Not an outright warning, but… it's woven into the glamour on their memories – along with an order to run at the first sign of something being amiss.

 

FEYRE – Thank you, so, so much. You don't understand what this means to me.

 

TAMLIN – I think I do, now.

 

(pause)

 

FEYRE – Paint. If… if it's not too much to ask, and some brushes.

 

TAMLIN – You like… art? You like to paint?

 

FEYRE – Yes. I'm not… not any good, but if it's not any trouble. I'll paint outside, so I don't make a mess, but…

 

TAMLIN – Outside, inside, on the roof… paint wherever you want. I don't care. But if you need paint and brushes, you'll also need paper and canvas.

 

FEYRE – I can work – help around the house or in the gardens – to pay for it.

 

TAMLIN – You'd be more of a hindrance. It might take a few days to track them down, but the paint, the brushes, the canvas, and the space are all yours. Work wherever you want. This house is too clean anyway.

 

FEYRE – Thank you. I mean it, truly. Thank you.

 

TAMLIN – Have you seen the gallery?

 

FEYRE – There's a gallery in this house?

 

TAMLIN – (grinning) I had it closed off when I inherited the place. It seemed like a waste of time to have the servants keep it cleaned.

 

FEYRE – (dreamily) What's it like?

TAMLIN – I don't really know. I'm not much of an art person. I'm busy tomorrow, and the gallery needs to be cleaned up, so, the next day – let me show it to you the next day. (pause) Please. It would be my pleasure.

 

FEYRE – (nodding dumbly) I would like that – very much.

 

(TAMLIN and FEYRE are smiling broadly as they walk off stage left together)

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