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...


18. Scene 18 - A Walk Home

TAMLIN – I never asked – who taught you to swim?


FEYRE – When I was twelve, I saw the village children swimming at a pond and figured it out myself.




TAMLIN – How did your father lose his fortune?


FEYRE – How'd you know about that?


TAMLIN – I don't thunk born peasants have your kind of diction.


FEYRE – (sighing) My father was called the Prince of Merchants. But that title, which he's inherited form his father, and his father before that, was a lie. It was just a good name that masked three generations of bad debts. My father had been trying to find a way to ease those debts for years, and when he's found an opportunity to pay them off, he took it, regardless of the risks.




TAMLIN – It's fine, if you don't want to tell me the rest.




FEYRE – Eight years ago, he amassed our wealth on three ships to sail to Bharat for invaluable spices and cloth.


TAMLIN – (frowning) Risky indeed. Those waters are a death trap, unless you go the long way.


FEYRE – Well, he didn't go the long way. It would have taken too much time and our creditors were already breathing down his neck. So he risked sending the ships directly to Bharat. They never reached Bharat's shores. When the ships sank, the creditors circled us like wolves. They ripped him apart until there was nothing left of him except a broken name and a few gold pieces to purchase that cottage. I was eleven. My father… he just stopped trying after that.


TAMLIN – That's when you started hunting?


FEYRE – No; even though we moved to the cottage,

it took almost three years for the money to entirely run out. I started hunting when I was fourteen.


TAMLIN – And here you are now; living in Prythian, dining with a High Lord. Look what you've made of yourself, Feyre Archeron.


(FEYRE smiles then falls back to walk with LUCIEN)




FEYRE – I never got to thank you for your advice

with the Suriel.


LUCIEN – (tense) Oh?


FEYRE – If you still want me dead, you might have to try a bit harder.


LUCIEN – That's not what I intended.


(FEYRE stares at LUCIEN)


LUCIEN – Okay. I admit I wouldn't shed any tears,

but what happened to you –


FEYRE – (smiling) I was joking.


LUCIEN – You can't possibly forgive me that easily for sending you into danger…


FEYRE – No. And part of me would like nothing more than to wallop you for your lack of warning about the Suriel. But I understand: I'm a human who killed your friend, who now lives in your house, and you have to deal with me. I understand.




LUCIEN – Tam told me that your first shot was to save the Suriel's life. Not your own.


FEYRE – It seemed like the right thing to do.


LUCIEN – I know far too many High Fae and lesser faeries who wouldn't have seen it that way, or have bothered. (holds out a hunting knife to FEYRE) I heard you scream… and I hesitated. Not long, but I hesitated before I came running. Even though Tam got there in time, I still broke my word in those seconds I waited. (tossing her the knife) My best hunting knife – it's yours. Don't bury it in my back, please.



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