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...


6. Scene 6 - Settling In

TAMLIN – Before you ask again: the food is safe for you to eat.


(FEYRE doesn't move)


TAMLIN – What do you want then?


LUCIEN – I told you so, Tamlin. Your skills with females have definitely become rusty in recent decades. (to FEYRE) Well, you don't look half as bad now. A relief, I suppose, since your to live with us. Though the tunic isn't as a dress.


FEYRE – I'd prefer not to wear a dress.


LUCIEN – And why not?


TAMLIN – Because killing us is easier in trousers.


FEYRE – Now that I'm here, what… what do you plan to do with me?


(LUCIEN snorts)


TAMLIN – (sounding annoyed) Just sit down.


LUCIEN – We're not going to bite.


(FEYRE sits down and TAMLIN gets up and serves her food)


FEYRE – I can serve myself.


TAMLIN – It's an honour for a mortal to be served by a High Fae.


(TAMLIN sits down at the table)


TAMLIN – You look… better than before.


(LUCIEN gives TAMLIN an encouraging nod)


TAMLIN – And your hair is… clean.


FEYRE – You're High Fae – faerie nobility?


LUCIEN – (coughs) You can take that question, Tamlin.


TAMLIN – Yes… (pause) We are…


FEYRE – What do you plan to do with me now that I'm here?


TAMLIN – Nothing. Do whatever you want.


FEYRE – So I'm not to be your slave?


(LUCIEN chokes on his wine. TAMLIN looks angry)


TAMLIN – I don't keep slaves.


FEYRE – What am I to do with my life here? Do you – do you wish me to earn my keep? To work?


TAMLIN – (shrugging) What you do with your life isn't my problem.


(LUCIEN pointedly clears his throat and glares at TAMLIN)


TAMLIN – Don't you have any… interests?




LUCIEN – So typically human.


TAMLIN – Do whatever you want with your time. Just stay out of trouble.


FEYRE – So you truly mean for me to stay here forever?


TAMLIN – I didn't make the rules.


FEYRE – (begging) My family is starving. Please let me go. There must be – must be some other loophole out of the Treaty's rules – some other way to atone.


LUCIEN – Atone? Have you even apologised yet?


FEYRE – I'm sorry.


LUCIEN – How did you kill him? Was it a bloody fight, or just cold-blooded murder?


FEYRE – I shot him with an ash arrow. And then an ordinary arrow through the eye. He didn't put up a fight. After the first arrow, he just stared at me.


LUCIEN – Yet you killed him anyway – though he made no move to attack you. And then you skinned him.


TAMLIN – (angrily) Enough, Lucien! I don't want to hear the details.


FEYRE – My family won't last a month without me. Do you know what it's like to be hungry? Do you know what it's like to not know when your next meal will be?


TAMLIN – Your family is alive and well-cared for. You think so low of faeries that you believe I'd take their only source of income and nourishment and not replace it?


FEYRE – You swear it?


TAMLIN – On everything that I am and possess.


FEYRE – Why not tell me that when you took

me from the cottage?


TAMLIN – Would you have believed me? Do you believe me even now?


FEYRE – Why should I trust a word you say? You're all masters of spinning your truths to your own advantage.


TAMLIN – Some say it's unwise to insult a fae in his own home. Some would say that you should be grateful for me finding you before another one of my kind came to claim the debt, for sparing your life and then offering you the chance to live in comfort.


(FEYRE shoots to her feet but is pushed back down my an invisible force)


TAMLIN – Do not do whatever it was you were contemplating. I'm going to warn you once, and only once, human. I don't care if you go and live somewhere else in Prythian. But if you cross the wall, if you flee, your family will no longer be cared for.


(FEYRE opens her mouth to speak but TAMLIN cuts her off)


TAMLIN – Is that not a fair bargain? And if you flee, then you might not be so lucky with whoever comes to retrieve you next. The food is not enchanted, or drugged, and it will be your own damn fault if you faint. So you're going to sit at this table and eat, Feyre. And Lucien will do his best to be polite.


(FEYRE rapidly stuffs food into her mouth)


FEYRE – Happy now?


TAMLIN – One more mouthful, and you'll hurl your guts up.


FEYRE – Thank you for the meal.


LUCIEN – (too sweetly) Won't you stay for wine?


FEYRE – I'm tired. I'd like to sleep.


LUCIEN – It's been a few decades since I saw one of you, but you humans never change, so I don't think I'm wrong in asking you why you find our company to be quite so unpleasant, when surely the men back home aren't much to look at.


FEYRE – (slowly) You're High Fae. I'd ask you why you even bothered inviting me here at all – or dining with me.


LUCIEN – True. But indulge me: you're a human woman, and yet you'd rather eat hot coals than sit here longer than necessary. Ignoring this (waves a hand at scar on face) surely we're not so miserable to look at.


(awkward pause)


LUCIEN – (vainly) Unless you have someone back home. Unless you have a line of suitors out the door of your hovel that make us seem like worms in comparison.


FEYRE – I was, actually, close with a man back in my village.


TAMLIN – Are you in love with this man?




TAMLIN – (through clenched teeth) And do you… love anyone else?

(FEYRE lets out a hysterical laugh)


FEYRE – No. Is this really what you care to know about me? If I find you more handsome than human men, and if I have a man back home? Why bother to ask at all when I'll be stuck here for the rest of my life?


TAMLIN – We wanted to learn more about you, since you'll be here for a good while. But Lucien's pride tends to get in the way of his manners. (sighs) Go rest. We're both busy most days, so if you need anything, ask the staff. They'll help you.


FEYRE – Why? Why be so generous?


TAMLIN – I kill to often as it is. And you are insignificant enough not to ruffle this estate. Unless you decide to start killing us.


FEYRE – Well… thank you.


(Without turning her back on TAMLIN and LUCIEN, FEYRE leaves stage left. TAMLIN and LUCIEN clink glasses, and lights dim)

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