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...

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4. Scene 4 - Interruption of the Calm

A/N - WOLF and TAMLIN are the same character, just in two forms, and can therefore be played by one or two people. Other roles in this screenplay are also designed thus, making this a great play for flexible numbers of actors.

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WOLF/TAMLIN – MURDERERS!


FEYRE – (breathing) Faerie…

 

WOLF/TAMLIN – MURDERERS!

 

FATHER – P… please. Whatever we did, we did so unknowingly…

 

NESTA – We… we didn't kill anyone…

 

(FEYRE picks up a knife from the table and holds is out as protection)

 

FEYRE – Get out! Get out and begone!

 

(WOLF/TAMLIN knocks the knife out of FEYRE'S hand)

 

WOLF/TAMLIN – WHO KILLED HIM?

 

FEYRE – Killed who?

 

WOLF/TAMLIN – (growling) THE WOLF!

 

ELAIN – A wolf?

 

WOLF/TAMLIN – A large wolf with a grey coat.

 

FEYRE – If it was mistakenly killed, what payment could we offer in exchange?

 

WOLF/TAMLIN – The payment you must offer is the one demanded by the Treaty between our realms.

 

FEYRE – For a wolf?

 

WOLF/TAMLIN – WHO KILLED THE WOLF?

 

FEYRE – (boldly) I did.

 

(WOLF/TAMLIN looks at ELAIN, NESTA, and FATHER, and then back to FEYRE)

 

TAMLIN – Surely you lie to save them?

 

ELAIN – We didn't kill anything! Please… please spare us…

 

FEYRE – I killed it. I sold it's hide at market today. If I had known it was fae, I wouldn't have touched it.

 

WOLF/TAMLIN – (snarling) Liar. You knew. You would have been more tempted to slaughter it, had you known it was one of my kind.

 

FEYRE – Can you blame me?

 

WOLF/TAMLIN – Did it attack you? Were you provoked?

 

FEYRE – No. (snarling) But considering all your kind has done to us, considering what your kind still likes to do to us, even if I had known beyond a doubt, it was deserved.

 

(WOLF/TAMLIN growls at FEYRE menacingly)

 

FEYRE – What is the payment the Treaty requires?

 

TAMLIN/WOLF – A life for a life. Any unprovoked attacks on faerie-kind by humans are to be paid only by a human life in exchange.

 

FEYRE – I didn't know. I didn't know about that part of the Treaty.

 

TAMLIN /WOLF– Most of you mortals have chosen to forget that part of the Treaty, which makes punishing you far more enjoyable.

 

FEYRE – Do it outside. Not… not here. Not in front of them.

 

TAMLIN/WOLF – Willing to accept your fate so easily? For having the nerve to request where I slaughter you, I'll let you in on a secret human: Prythian must claim your life in some way, for the life you took from it. So as a representative from the immortal realm, I can either gut you like a swine, or… you can cross The Wall and live out the remainder of your days in Prythian.

 

FEYRE – What?

WOLF/TAMLIN – You can either die tonight or offer your life to Prythian by living in it forever, forsaking the human realm.

 

FATHER – Do it, Feyre. Go.

 

FEYRE – Live where? Every inch of Prythian is lethal to humans.

 

WOLF/TAMLIN – I have lands. I will grant you permission to live there.

 

FEYRE – Why bother?

 

WOLF/TAMLIN – (angrily) You murdered my friend! Murdered him, skinned his corpse, sold it at the market, said he deserved it, and yet you have the nerve to question my generosity.

 

FEYRE – You didn't need to mention the loophole.

 

WOLF/TAMLIN – Foolish of me to forget that humans have such low opinions of us. Do you humans no longer understand mercy? Let me make this clear for you, girl: you can either come and live at my home in Prythian – offer your life for the wolf's that way – or you can walk outside and be shredded to ribbons. Your choice.

 

FATHER – Please, good sir – Feyre is my youngest. I beseech you to spare her. She is all… she is all… Please –

 

WOLF/TAMLIN – SILENCE!

 

FATHER – I can get gold…

 

WOLF/TAMLIN – (sneering) How much is your daughter's life worth to you? Do you think it equates to a sum?

 

FEYRE – When do we go?

 

WOLF/TAMLIN – Now.

 

FEYRE – (to family) The venison should hold you for two weeks. Start on the fresh meat, the work your way through to the jerky – you know how to make it.

 

FATHER – Feyre…

FEYRE – Goodbye! We had a good run, didn't w…

 

(WOLF/TAMLIN covers FEYRE in his magic and she slumps onto the floor. Lights cut)

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