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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17. Scene 17 - A Day Out

Scene 17 – A Day Out

(FEYRE, TAMLIN, and LUCIEN walk on stage left. LUCIEN pulls out a blanket, puts it down, and sits on it. FEYRE ignores this and sits down with her legs dangling off the edge of the stage)

 

TAMLIN – We brought a blanket.

 

(FEYRE shakes her head and remains seated, staring ahead)

 

FEYRE – What is this place?

 

(TAMLIN sits down next to FEYRE)

 

TAMLIN – Just a glen.

 

(LUCIEN snorts)

 

TAMLIN – Do you like it?

 

(FEYRE just smiles. Pause)

 

FEYRE – What?

 

TAMLIN – (smiling) Do you like it?

 

FEYRE – Yes.

 

TAMLIN – (laughing) That's it? “Yes”?

 

FEYRE – Would you like me to grovel with gratitude for bringing me here, High Lord?

 

TAMLIN – Ah. The Suriel told you nothing important, did it?

 

FEYRE – He also said that you like being brushed, and if I'm a clever girl, I might train you with treats.

 

(TAMLIN, FEYRE and LUCIEN all roar with laughter)

 

LUCIEN – I might die of surprise. You made a joke, Feyre.

 

FEYRE – (coolly smiling) You don't want to know what the Suriel said about you.

 

(LUCIEN raises his hands in defeat)

 

TAMLIN – I'd pay good money to hear money what the Suriel thinks of Lucien. (pause, then laughing) Brushed! (to FEYRE) Come on. I want to show you something.

 

(TAMLIN stands up and oulls FEYRE to her feet. FEYRE holds out her hand to LUCIEN who holds up a bottle of something in salute. As FEYRE and TAMLIN turn to run off together, LUCIEN pops the cork and chugs the contents. TAMLIN and FEYRE walk over to steps at stage left)

 

TAMLIN – Have a look.

 

FEYRE – That looks like starlight.

 

TAMLIN – It is starlight.

 

FEYRE – That's impossible.

 

TAMLIN – This is Prythian. According to you legends, nothing is impossible.

 

FEYRE – How…?

 

TAMLIN – I don't know. I never asked, and no one ever explained. (pause) Swim?

 

NARRATOR – A swim, unclothed, alone, with a High Lord?

 

(FEYRE takes a step back)

 

TAMLIN – Don't you want to know what it's like?

 

FEYRE – I… no.

 

TAMLIN – Alright.

 

FEYRE – Why this place?

 

TAMLIN – This was my favourite haunt as a boy.

 

FEYRE – Which was when?

 

TAMLIN – A very long time ago.

 

(pause)

 

FEYRE – Is Lucien alright? After last night, I mean. He didn't react well.

 

TAMLIN – Lucien… he has endured things that make times like last night… difficult. Not just the scar and everything, but I'm sure last night brought back memories of that too.

Lucien is the youngest son of the High Lord of the Autumn Court; the youngest of seven brothers. The Autumn Court is… cut-throat. Beautiful, but cut-throat; as each of his brothers see each other only as competition, since the strongest of them will inherit the title, not the eldest. It is the same throughout Prythian, in every court. Lucien never cared about it, never expected to be crowned High Lord, so he spent his youth doing everything a High Lord's son probably shouldn't; wandering the courts, making friends with the sons of other High Lords, and being with females who were a far cry from the nobility of the Autumn Court.

 

FEYRE – I sense that this isn't the end of the story.

 

TAMLIN – Lucien fell in love with a faerie whom his father considered grossly inappropriate for someone of his bloodline. Lucien said he didn't care that she wasn't one of the High Fae, and that he was certain the mating bond would snap into place soon, and that he was going to marry her and leave his father's court to his scheming brothers. (sighs)

His father had her put down. Executed in front of Lucien as two of his brothers held him and made him watch. Lucien left. He cursed his father and abandoned his title. And without his title, his brothers thought to eliminate one more contender to the High Lord's crown. Three of them went out to kill him; one came back.

 

FEYRE – He killed them?

 

TAMLIN – He killed one. I killed the other, as they had now crossed into my territory, and I was High Lord, so I could do whatever I liked to trespassers who threatened the peace of my lands. I claimed Lucien as my own – named him emissary., since he'd already made friends across the courts and had always been good at talking to people, while I can find it… difficult.

 

FEYRE – As emissary, has he ever had dealings with his father? Or his brothers?

 

TAMLIN - Yes, but that's a story for another time...

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