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...


19. Scene 19 - The Painting Room

(voices off stage)


FEYRE – Come. I have something for you.


TAMLIN – For me?


FEYRE – Yes. Don't sound so shocked.


(sound of a door unlocking)


TAMLIN – I knew you'd asked Alis for a key, but I didn't think you'd actually locked the room.


FEYRE – Everyone snoops in this house. I didn't want you or Lucien coming in here until I was ready.


(FEYRE and TAMLIN walk on stage left. TAMLIN surveys the paintings)


FEYRE – (nervously) I know they're strange. And I know they're not anything like – not as good as the ones you have here, but…


(FEYRE walks over to a painting)


FEYRE – I wanted you to see this one.


NARRATOR – It was nothing but a smear of green and gold and silver and blue.


FEYRE – It's for you. A gift. For everything you've done.


(awkward silence)


FEYRE – It's the glen, with the pool of starlight.


TAMLIN – I know what it is.


(TAMLIN moves over to the next painting)


TAMLIN – This was your forest. Where you hunted. (pause) This was your life.


(TAMLIN moves to the next painting)


NARRATOR – After he had understood that from just streaks of grey, white, brown and black, the tension in my shoulders released. Maybe showing him these hadn't been such a bad idea after all. What about this next one? Darkness and dense brown, flickers of ruby red and orange squeezing out between them.


TAMLIN – Your cottage at night, as you sat before the fire. This is the only one with any brightness.


FEYRE – It was the only peace I had.


(TAMLIN moves to the next painting)


NARRATOR – Tall shadows of men, bright red dripping off their fists, off their wooden clubs, hovering and filling the edges of the painting as they towered over the curled figure on the floor, the blood leaking from him, the leg at a wrong angle.


TAMLIN – (angrily) You were there when they wrecked your father's leg.


FEYRE – Someone had to beg them to stop.


(TAMLIN points to the painting of the woods)


TAMLIN – That one. I want that one.


FEYRE – It's cold and melancholy. It doesn't suit this place at all.


TAMLIN – (smiling) I want it, nonetheless.


(FEYRE and TAMLIN smile at each other)


FEYRE – Tell me there's some way to help you. With the masks, with whatever threat has taken so much of your power. Tell me – just tell me what I can do to

help you.


TAMLIN – A human wishes to help a faerie?


FEYRE – Don't tease me. Please – just… tell me…


TAMLIN – There's nothing I want you to do. Nothing you can do – or anyone. It's my burden to bear.


FEYRE – You don't have to…


TAMLIN – I do. What I have to face, what I endure, Feyre… you would not survive.


FEYRE – So I'm supposed to live here forever, in ignorance of the true scope of what is happening? If you don't want me to understand what's going on… would you rather… (swallowing) rather I found someplace else to live? Where I'm not a distraction?


TAMLIN – Has everything here taught you nothing?


FEYRE – Only that magic makes you into a brute.


(pause of awkward silence)


TAMLIN – No, I don't want you to live somewhere else. I want you here, where I can look after you – where I can come home and know you're here, painting and safe. (pause) I thought about sending you away at first; part of me still thinks I should have found somewhere else for you to live. But maybe I

was selfish. Even when you made it so clear that you were more interested in ignoring the Treaty or finding a way out of it, I couldn't bring myself to let you go – to find someplace else in Prythian where you'd be comfortable enough not to attempt to flee.


FEYRE – Why?


TAMLIN – I've had many lovers: females of noble birth, warriors, princesses… but they never understood what it was like, what it is like for me to care for my people, my lands, what scars are still there, and what the bad days feel like. (looking at the painting) This reminds me of it.


FEYRE – Of what?


TAMLIN -That I'm not alone.


(lights dim)


NARRATOR – For the first time since I arrived, I didn't lock my bedroom door that night.



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