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...


20. Scene 20 - Nynsar

(LUCIEN and FEYRE are on stage next to a table of drinks. FEYRE picks up a glass of drink)


LUCIEN – I wouldn't drink that if I were you.




LUCIEN – Faerie wine at the solstice…


FEYRE – (sniffing glass) Hmm…


LUCIEN – I'm serious, Feyre. Remember the last time you ignored my warnings.


FEYRE – I also remember you telling me how witchberries were harmless, and the next thing I knew, I was half-delirious and falling all over myself.


LUCIEN – Well, I mean it this time. Tam would gut me if he caught you drinking that.


FEYRE – Always looking after your own best interests… (pointedly drinking the drink)


LUCIEN – Human fool!


FEYRE – (giggling) I'm going to paint you!


LUCIEN – Cauldron boil and fry me.


(FEYRE starts dancing and nearly falls over)


LUCIEN – Damn it, Feyre. Do you want me to kill myself trying to keep you from impaling your mortal hide on a rock?


FEYRE – What?


LUCIEN – Idiot. Drunken idiot.


(FEYRE starts dancing)


LUCIEN – Feyre, stop.


FEYRE – You stop. Stop being so serious.


(FEYRE dances over to TAMLIN. LUCIEN follows)


LUCIEN – I'm so sorry, Tam. I let her alone for a little while at one of the food tables, and when I caught up to her, she was drinking the wine, and –


TAMLIN – I'll look after her. Go enjoy yourself.


(LUCIEN leaves to talk to a group of faeries)


FEYRE – I don't need a babysitter.


TAMLIN – No you don't. Shall we dance?



FEYRE – Where did you learn to dance?


TAMLIN – When I was a young boy growing up in my father's court, I had a tutor called Phelix. He taught me many things, such as the common tongue, the Old Language, the history of Prythian, Hybern, and the Eastern Continent. But he also taught me things a High Lord's son was expected to know – such as how to dance at formal dinners. What about you?


FEYRE – Before my family lost all of its riches, my mother used to host regular formal dinner parties and a large part of that was dancing. So as not to embarrass myself, I read every book I could fin on it, and learnt to dance.


(FEYRE changes partner to RHYS)


RHYS – What's a mortal woman like you doing here on Nynsar?


FEYRE – My friends brought me.


RHYS – And who are these friends?


FEYRE – Two Fae ladies.


RHYS – Their names?


FEYRE - … Elain and Nesta.


RHYS – Strange for a mortal to be friends with two faeries. Aren't humans usually terrified of us?




RHYS – And aren't you, for that matter, supposed to keep to your side of the wall?


FEYRE – I've known them my whole life and never had anything to fear from them.


RHYS – And yet they brought you here just to abandon you…?


FEYRE – (pause) So you're not part of the Spring Court?


RHYS – Do I look like like I'm part of the Spring Court? No. I'm not a part of the noble Spring Court, and glad of it.


FEYRE – Why are you here then?


RHYS – Because all of the monsters have been let out of their cages tonight, no matter what court they belong to. So I may roam wherever I wish until dawn.


FEYRE – Enjoy your night of freedom, then.


(dance ends, but FEYRE reaches out to RHYS'S arm)


FEYRE – Learn to love the dawn. Whatever it may bring.


(FEYRE and TAMLIN meet back up)


FEYRE – Another dance? Wait. It's almost moonset.


TAMLIN – Time goes faster when you're drunk on faerie wine.

FEYRE – (indignantly) I am not drunk. So, a dance?


TAMLIN – I want to show you something better.


(FEYRE and TAMLIN sit on stage front centre)


TAMLIN – Here.


FEYRE – What is it?


(audience are holding candles)


FEYRE – (breath taken) Wow… what are they?


TAMLIN – Will-o'-the-wisps, spirits of air and light.


FEYRE – They're beautiful.


(FEYRE lies down with her head in TAMLIN'S lap)


TAMLIN – I'm thinking I might kiss you.


FEYRE – (breathlessly) Then do it.


(TAMLIN kissed the top of FEYRE'S head)


FEYRE – That's it?


TAMLIN – Tonight is not a night for kissing until dawn. Come, let's watch the sun rise.


(FEYRE smiles wistfully)


TAMLIN – What?


FEYRE – My father once told me I should let my sisters imagine a better life – a better world. And I told him there was no such thing. (shakes head) I never understood – because I couldn't… couldn't believe that it was even possible. Until now.


(lights dim)


NARRATOR – In the early hours of the dawn, Tamlin carried me back to the house and left me alone in my room. I did not realize how I craved his warmth, his nearness, until he was gone.

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