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...


7. Scene 7 - Seeking The Truth

(ALIS screams. FEYRE jumps out of her bed)


FEYRE – I'm sorry… I'm sorry…


ALIS – What in the bottomless depths of the Cauldron is…

FEYRE – I didn't think anyone would be in here so early, and I meant to take it down, and…


ALIS – You think a bit of rope snapping in my face will keep me from breaking your bones?

You think that will do anything against one of us?


FEYRE – It was a warning bell to give me time

to run. Not a trap.


ALIS – You can't outrun us, either, girl.


FEYRE – I know. But at least I wouldn't face my death unaware.


ALIS – (laughs once) My master gave his word that you could live here – live not die. We will obey. But did you have to wreck those lovely curtains?


FEYRE – I am sorry.


ALIS – At least you're willing to put up a fight girl, I'll give you that.


(ALIS bustles around pulling out fresh clothes and so forth)


FEYRE – What is this place? Where is this place?


ALIS – It's safe, and that's all you need to know. At least, the house is. If you go poking around the grounds, keep your wits about you.


FEYRE – What sort of… faeries should I look out for?


ALIS – All of them. My master's protection only goes so far. They'll want to hunt and kill you just for being human – regardless of what you did to Andras.


(ALIS leaves and FEYRE sits with her legs dangling off the edge of the stage)


FEYRE – (to audience) I hate looking in the mirror. At least I have my father's soft mouth, but it makes a mockery of my high cheekbones. I can never bring myself to look at my slightly uptilted eyes. I know I'll see Nesta or my mother looking back at me. I sometimes wonder if that's why my sister had insulted me about my looks. I am a far cry from ugly… but I bear too much we've hated and loved for Nesta to stand it. For me to stand it too.


(FEYRE moves across to the other side of the split stage)


TAMLIN – You. Where are you going?


FEYRE – Good morning. You said my time was to be spent however I wanted. I didn't realise I was under house arrest.


TAMLIN – Of course you're not under house arrest. (pause) Do you want a tour?


FEYRE – (edging around him) No thank you.


(TAMLIN steps into FEYRE's path)


TAMLIN – I've been sitting inside all morning. I could do with some air.


(FEYRE dodges out of TAMLIN's path)


FEYRE – I'm fine. You've been… generous enough.


TAMLIN – Do you have some sort of problem with me?


FEYRE – (walking) No.


(FEYRE walks down the steps and off down the main aisle. At the sound of TAMLIN's voice, she stops)


TAMLIN – I'm not going to kill you, Feyre. I don't break my promises.


FEYRE – Kill – but not harm. Is that another loophole? One that Lucien might use against me – or anyone else here?


TAMLIN – They're under orders not to even touch you.


FEYRE – Yet I'm still trapped in your realm, for breaking a rule I didn't even know existed. Why was your friend even in the woods that day? I thought the Treaty banned your kind from even entering our lands.


(TAMLIN sits down on the steps and beckons FEYRE. She goes and sits with him)


TAMLIN – The Treaty doesn't ban us from doing anything, except from enslaving you. The Wall is but an inconvenience. If we cared to, we could shatter it and march through to kill you all.


FEYRE – And do you care to destroy The Wall?


TAMLIN – I have no interest in the mortal lands, though I can't speak for my kind.


FEYRE – Then what was your friend doing there?


TAMLIN – There is a sickness in these lands… across Prythian. There has been for almost fifty years now. It is why this house and these lands are so empty; most have left. The blight spreads slowly, but it has made magic act… strangely. My own powers are diminished due to it. These masks (tapping mask) are the result of a surge of it that happened at a masquerade ball forty-nine years ago. Even now, we can't remove them.


FEYRE – You didn't have a mask as a beast, and neither did your friend –


TAMLIN – The blight is cruel like that. Either live as a beast or live with a mask.


FEYRE – What sort of a sickness is it?


TAMLIN – It is not a disease – not a plague or illness. It's focused solely on magic, on those dwelling in Prythian. Andras was across the wall that day because I sent him to search for a cure.


FEYRE – Can it hurt humans? Will it spread over the wall?


TAMLIN – Yes. There is a chance of it affecting mortals. More than that, I don't know. It's slow-moving, and your kind is safe for now. We haven't had any progression in decades – magic seems to have stabilised, even if it's been weakened.


FEYRE – A mercenary told me she believed faeries might be thinking of attacking. Is it related?


TAMLIN – (smiling) I don't know. Do you talk to mercenaries often?


FEYRE – I talk to whoever bothers to tell me anything useful.


(TAMLIN rolls his shoulders as if shaking off annoyance)


TAMLIN – Was the tripwire you rigged in your room for me?


FEYRE – Can you blame me if it was?


TAMLIN – I might take animal form, but I am civilised, Feyre.


(TAMLIN tucks his hands behind his back as he walks off stage right. Just before he leaves, he turns back to FEYRE)


TAMLIN – I'll see you at dinner.


(TAMLIN walks off stage right. FEYRE walks along the front of the stage and up stage left steps, and flumps on her bed)

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