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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8. Scene 8 - I'm An Open Book

LUCIEN – Were you admiring my sword, or just contemplating killing me, Feyre?

 

FEYRE – Of course not.

 

(awkward silence falls)

 

TAMLIN – Feyre likes to hunt.

 

FEYRE – I don't like to hunt. I hunted out of necessity. And how do you know that?

 

TAMLIN – Why else would you have been in the woods that day? And you had a bow and arrows in your… house. When I saw your father's hands, I could tell he wasn't the one using them. You told him about the rations and money from the pelts. Faeries may be many things, but we're not stupid. Unless your ridiculous legends claim that about us too.

 

(FEYRE picks up a plate)

 

FEYRE – With just this plate, I could buy a team of horses, a plough and a field. I could keep my family and others too afloat for so long with just the cutlery on this table. How can you stand to live in such luxury when so many in the human realm die from hunger and starvation every day?

 

LUCIEN – I…

 

FEYRE – No. You don't get to speak. Your lifestyle, it… it (spitting) disgusts me. How can you stand it? Not only do you live in resplendent wealth and all-round extravagance, but so… oh, so much goes to waste. I can barely finish the breakfast Alis brings me each day.

 

TAMLIN – If you don't want the food, just say…

 

FEYRE – That's not the point, and well you know it. You live here, in your enormous mansion, nestling in the centre of perfectly tended grounds.

 

TAMLIN – I worked hard to get where I am today.

 

FEYRE – And you think my family didn't? You think that hunting from dawn till dusk, seven days a week was easy. I had to break myself to keep my family alive.

 

TAMLIN – I…

 

FEYRE – No. I don't want to hear some stupid supposedly-inspirational story about how tough your life used to be, but since you worked hard, you are now able to live a life of luxury.

 

TAMLIN – I wasn't going to…

 

FEYRE – I know that to you I'm just an open book. (FEYRE stands up and gestures to her body) So read me. Go on.

 

LUCIEN – Feyre…

 

FEYRE – (insanely angrily) I'm stubborn. I won't accept that you want to help me. I don't believe that your generosity comes without a price. True. True. But do you know what's underneath?

 

TAMLIN – I…

 

FEYRE – No. You don't. I bet you didn't know that when my mother's friends were over – before we lost our fortune – she used to send me upstairs. She was so embarrassed by me, and so unhappy to show me off to her friends that she hid me.

 

LUCIEN – We didn't know…

 

FEYRE – You think that's the worst of it? Last winter, when the frosts came months early and all the animals fled to warmer climes, we nearly died from starvation, pure and simple.

 

(FEYRE pulls aside the strap of her dress to show off a scar)

 

FEYRE – This scar was one I got from a hunter. He, like me, had a family to feed. He told me as much. After he shot me, that is. There was one deer, and two of us. The simple fact is that I chose to use my shot to kill the deer. He used his to stop me from getting to it.

 

LUCIEN – I'm so sorry, Feyre.

 

FEYRE - Go to hell, then talk to me about pain…

 

(Without even a glance over her shoulder, FEYRE walks off stage left and TAMLIN looks at LUCIEN)

 

LUCIEN – Poor girl…

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