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...


3. Scene 3 - Market Day

A/N - COTB stands for Child of the Blessed. These are young women who praise the fae and see them like God. I used the abbreviation because using their full title took too much time.


COTB 1 – May the Immortal Light shine upon thee, sisters. Have you a moment to spare so that you might hear the Word of the Blessed.


NESTA – No. (sneering) We don't.


COTB 2 – It would take but a minute. Let me tell you about the kindness of our immortal friends, the fae.


NESTA – Go spew your fanatic nonsense somewhere else. You'll find no converts here.


(NESTA lifts her hand to show the CHILDREN OF THE BLESSED her iron bracelet)


NESTA – You see this? This is what you should be wearing, to repel the fae. Iron, to scare them off, not some silver jewellery to attract those monsters.


COTB 2 – How dare you wear that vile affront to our immortal friends?


NESTA – Go and preach in another town.


WIFE 1 – Faerie-loving disgrace!


WIFE 2 – Don't you idiots understand what those monsters did to us for all those centuries? What they still do for sport, when they can get away with it?You deserve the end you'll meet at faerie hands.


(NESTA and ELAIN nod their agreement)


COTB 1 – I lived in such ignorance, too, until I heard the Word of the Blessed. I grew up in a village so similar to this – so bleak and so grim. But not one month ago, a friend of my cousin went to the border as our offering to Prythian – and she has not been sent back. Now she dwells as a High Fae's bride, and so might you, if you were to take a moment to –


NESTA – She was likely eaten. That's why she hasn't returned.


COTB 2 – Our benevolent masters would never harm us. Prythian is a land of peace and plenty. Should they bless you with their attention, you would be glad to live amongst them.


(NESTA and ELAIN walk away with WIVES 1 & 2)


FEYRE – You're fighting an uphill battle.


COTB 2 – A worthy cause.


FEYRE – No it's not.


(FEYRE meets with ELAIN and NESTA)


FEYRE – I'll meet you here in an hour.


(FEYRE walks over to a stall)


MERCENARY – I don't barter goods for my services. I only accept coin.


FEYRE – Then you'll be out of luck in this sort of a place.


MERCENARY – What is your business with me, girl?


FEYRE – I have a wolf pelt and a doe hide for sale. I thought you might be interested in purchasing them.


MERCENARY – You steal them?


FEYRE – No. I hunted them myself. I swear it.


MERCENARY – Let me see.


(FEYRE opens her satchel and shows MERCENARY the contents)


MERCENARY – You weren't lying about the wolf's size. Doesn't seem like a faerie though. I'll give you thirty for them. Thirty silver pieces. I'm assuming those two girls watching you from across the square are your sisters. You all have the brassy hair – and that hungry look about you.


FEYRE – I don't need your pity.


MERCENARY – No, but you need my money, and the other traders have all been cheap all morning. Everyone's too distracted by those calf-eyed zealots bleating across the square. Well, in the end it's up to you, girl.


FEYRE – Why? Why are you doing this?


MERCENARY – Someone once did the same for me and mine – at a time when we needed it the most. Figure it's time to repay what's due.


FEYRE – My father has some wood carvings I could give you as well – to make it more fair.


MERCENARY – I travel light and have no need for them. These, however, save me the trouble of killing them myself.


(FEYRE nods as MERCENARY hands over the money)


FEYRE – Thank you.


MERCENARY – A word of advice form one hunter to another: don't go far into the woods. Too far, and a wolf this size would be the least of your problems. More and more, I've been hearing stories of these things slipping through The Wall.


FEYRE – Are they… are they going to attack?


MERCENARY – No one knows what the fae are planning. We don't know if the High Lords' leash on their beasts is slipping, or if these are targeted attacks. I guarded for an old nobleman who claimed it has been getting worse, these past fifty years. He got on a boat south two weeks ago and told me I should leave, if I was smart. Before he sailed off, he admitted he'd had word from one of his friends that in the dead of night, a pack of martax crossed The Wall and tore half his village apart.


FEYRE – Martax?


MERCENARY – Body as big as a bear's, head something like a lion's – and three rows of teeth sharper than a shark's. And mean – meaner than all three put together. They left the villagers in literal ribbons, the nobleman said.


FEYRE – Heavens!


MERCENARY – The High Fae, especially a High Lord, would make the martax seem like dogs. Be careful.


FEYRE – Thanks for the warnings.


MERCENARY – Good luck.


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