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...


2. Scene 2 - Coming Home

(FEYRE drags the wolf on stage.)


ELAIN – Where did you get that?


FEYRE – Where do you think I got it?


ELAIN – (hand on belly) Will it take you long to clean it?


FATHER – What luck you had today – in bringing us such a feast.


(NESTA snorts)


FEYRE – We can eat half the meat this week. We can dry the other half, and I'll go to market tomorrow and see what I can get for the hides.


ELAIN – I'd love a new cloak.


NESTA – I need a new pair of boots.


FEYRE – Yours are fine. Mine don't even have proper soles anymore.


ELAIN – But I'm freezing to death with my raggedy old cloak. I'll shiver to death. Please, Fey-re.


(FATHER gets up and looks at the wolf pelt)


FATHER – Feyre, where did you get this?


FEYRE – Same place I got the deer.


FATHER – Feyre… the risk…


FEYRE – I had no other choice. You don't even bother to attempt to leave the house most days. Were it not for me, we would starve. Were it not for me, we'd be dead.


FATHER – Feyre…


NESTA – You stink like a pig covered in it's own filth. Can't you at least try to pretend that you're not an ignorant peasant.




NESTA – Take those disgusting clothes off


(FEYRE sharply intakes her breath)


FEYRE – (angrily) Will you… (calmly) Can you make a pot of hot water and add wood to the fire?Hold on. I thought you were going to chop wood today.


(NESTA picks at her nails)


NESTA – I hate chopping wood. I always get splinters. Besides, Feyre, (pouting) you're so much better at it! It takes you half the time it takes me. Your hands are suited for it – they're already so rough.


FEYRE – (angrily) Please… (calmly) Please get up at dawn to chop that wood. Or we'll be eating a cold breakfast.


NESTA – I will do no such thing.


(FEYRE glances towards FATHER for support. FATHER points to wolf/deer pelt)


FEYRE – Elain, can you help me bring the table out?


(ELAIN and FEYRE go off stage and bring out a table. NESTA, FATHER, ELAIN, and FEYRE all sit around the table having dinner)


NESTA – (very quietly) There were such whisperings going around in the town today. People were saying that the Children of the Blessed crossed over The Wall and were captured by the fae. And then I saw Tomas. He came over and said to me plainly…


(NESTA swats a fly)


ELAIN – What did he say?


NESTA – He asked me to the dance on Friday, but he said is so boredly. Well, I said to him, if you think you can just ask me so nonchalantly, sir, I'm going to decline. And do you know what Tomas said?


(ELAIN shakes her head looking eager)


FEYRE – (interrupting) Tomas Mandray? The woodcutter's second son?


NESTA – Yes.


FEYRE – What does he want?


ELAIN – (dreamily) He wants to marry her.


(Feyre blinks in confusion)


NESTA – Is there a problem Feyre?


FEYRE – You can't chop wood for us, but you want to marry a woodcutter's son?


NESTA – I thought all you wanted was for us to get out of the house – to marry of me and Elain so you can have enough time to paint (picks up a painting, sneering) your glorious masterpieces.


FEYRE – Believe me, the day you want to marry someone worthy, I'll march you up to his house and hand you over. But you are not going to marry Tomas.


NESTA – There's nothing you can do. Clare Beddor told me this afternoon that Tomas is going to propose to me any day. And then I'll never have to eat scraps again.


FEYRE – (angrily) Tomas's family is barely better off than ours. You'd just be another mouth to feed. If he doesn't know this, then his parents must. (calmer) We can't afford a dowry. For either of you.


NESTA – (declaring) We're in love!


(FATHER chokes on his water, NESTA thumps his back. ELAIN nods at the declaration, and FEYRE looks appropriately shocked)


FEYRE – Love won't feed a hungry belly.


(NESTA leaps up as if she's been struck)


NESTA – You're just jealous. I heard them saying how Isaac Hale is going to marry some Greenfield village girl for a handsome dowry.


FEYRE – Jealous? We have nothing to offer them – no dowry, no livestock, even. While Tomas might want to marry you… you're a burden.


NESTA – What do you know? You're just a half-wild beast with the nerve to bark orders at all hours of the day and night. Keep it up and someday – someday, Feyre, you'll have no one left to remember you, or to care that you ever existed.


(NESTA storms out. ELAIN follows her)


FEYRE – (addressing FATHER) You should talk some sense into her.


FATHER – What can I say? If it's love –


FEYRE – It can't be love. Not on his part. Not with his wretched family. I've seen the way he acts around the village – there's one thing he wants from her and it's not her hand in marriage.


FATHER – We need hope as much as we need bread and meat – we need hope, or else we cannot endure. So let her keep this hope, Feyre. Let her imagine a better life. A better world.


(FEYRE stands up and walks to stage left. Just before she leaves, she turns to FATHER)


FEYRE – There's no such thing.


(FEYRE walks off stage left and lights dim)


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