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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9. Scene 9 - Talking to Lucien

 

TAMLIN – No tripwires today?

 

FEYRE – You said I was safe here. So I listened.

TAMLIN – My morning work was postponed. If you want a ride across the grounds – if you're interested in your new… residence. I can take you.

 

FEYRE – I would prefer to spend my day alone, I think. But thank you for the offer.

 

TAMLIN – What about…

 

FEYRE – (interrupting) No, thank you.

 

(FEYRE walks down stage right steps and down the centre aisle where she loses TAMLIN and bumps into LUCIEN)

 

LUCIEN – Morning, Feyre. Going for a ride, or merely reconsidering Tam's offer to live with us? (laughs) Come now. I'm to patrol the southern woods today, and I'm curious about the… abilities you used to bring down my friend, whether accidental or not. It's been a while since I encountered a human, let alone a Fae-killer. Indulge me in a hunt.

 

(LUCIEN opens the reverse door and picks a bow and quiver of arrows off the table, then gives them to FEYRE. They walk down the left aisle)

 

LUCIEN – No ash arrows today, unfortunately.

 

FEYRE – Well, I suppose that wouldn't be too bad.

 

LUCIEN – Perfect.

 

FEYRE – Let's go, then.

 

(LUCIEN and FEYRE stalk around the left aisle, across the space below front of stage and up right steps onto right steps)

 

LUCIEN – You certainly have the quiet part of hunting down. Well, no game good enough for you? We've passed plenty of squirrels and birds.

 

FEYRE – You seem to have enough food on your table that I don't need to add to it. There's always plenty left over.

 

(LUCIEN snorts)

 

FEYRE – You said you were an emissary for Tamlin. Do emissaries usually patrol the grounds?

 

LUCIEN – I'm Tamlin's emissary for formal uses, and this was Andras's shift. Someone needed to fill in. It's an honour to do it.

 

FEYRE – I'm… sorry. I didn't know what – what he meant to you all…

 

LUCIEN – Tamlin said as much, which was no doubt why he brought you here. Or maybe you looked so pathetic in those rags that he took pity on you.

 

FEYRE – I wouldn't have joined you if I had know that you would use this hunt as an excuse to insult me.

 

LUCIEN – (smirking) Apologies, Feyre.

 

(pause)

 

LUCIEN – So, when are you going to start trying to persuade me to beseech Tamlin to find a way to free you from the Treaty's rules?

 

FEYRE – What?

 

LUCIEN – That's why you agreed to go on this hunt, isn't it? Why you wound up near the stables exactly as I was leaving? Honestly, I'm impressed – and flattered you think I had that kind of sway with Tamlin.

 

FEYRE – What are you talking –

 

LUCIEN – Before you waste one of your precious human breaths, let me explain two things to you. One: if I had my way, you'd be gone, so it wouldn't take much convincing on your part. Two: I can't have my way because there's no alternative to what the Treaty demands. There's no extra loophole.

 

FEYRE – But… but there has to be something…

 

LUCIEN – I admire your balls, Feyre – I really do. Or maybe it's stupidity. But since Tam won't gut you, which was my first choice, you're stuck here. Unless you want to rough it on your own in Prythian which I would advise against.

 

FEYRE – I…

 

LUCIEN – A valiant effort.

 

FEYRE – Where is the rest of Tamlin's court then? Did they really all flee because of this blight on magic?

 

LUCIEN – How do you know about the court?

 

FEYRE – Do normal courts have emissaries? And servants chatter. Isn't that why you made them wear bird masks to the ball?

 

LUCIEN – We each chose what we wanted to wear that night in honour of Tamlin's shape-shifting abilities. The servants, too. But now, if we had the choice, we'd peel them off with our bare hands.

 

FEYRE – What happened to magic to make it act that way?

 

LUCIEN – Something sent from the raging infernos of Hell. I shouldn't have said that. If word got back to her –

 

FEYRE – Who?

 

LUCIEN – Never mind. The less you know, the better. Tam might not find it troublesome to tell you about the blight, but I wouldn't put it past a human to sell it to the highest bidder.

 

(pause)

 

FEYRE – How old are you?

 

LUCIEN – Old.

 

FEYRE – What sort of powers do you have? Can you shape-shift like Tamlin?

 

LUCIEN – Trying to figure out my weaknesses so you can –

 

(catching FEYRE'S glare, LUCIEN shuts up)

 

LUCIEN – Fine. No, I can't shape-shift. Only Tam can.

FEYRE – But your friend – he appeared as a wolf. Unless that was his –

 

LUCIEN – No, no. Andras was High Fae,too. Tam can shift us into other shapes if need be. He saves it for his sentries only, though. When Andras went across The Wall, Tam changed him into a wolf so he wouldn't be spotted as a faerie. Though his size was probably indication enough.

 

(pause as FEYRE shudders)

 

LUCIEN – Anyway, High Fae don't have specific powers the same way lesser fae do. I don't have a natural-born affinity, if that's what you mean. I don't clean everything in sight or lure mortals to a watery death or grant you answers to whatever questions you might have if you trapped me. We just exist – to rule.

 

FEYRE – I suppose if I were one of you, I'd be a lesser fae like Alis, not High Fae like you and Tamlin?

 

(pause)

 

FEYRE – How d'you get that scar?

 

LUCIEN – I didn't keep my mouth shut when I should have, and I was punished for it.

 

FEYRE – Tamlin did that to you?

 

LUCIEN – Cauldron, no. He wasn't there. But he found me a healer afterwards.

 

(pause)

 

FEYRE – So there are actually faeries who will answer your questions if you trap them?

 

LUCIEN – (tightly) Yes. The Suriel. But they're old and wicked, and not worth the trouble of going to find them. And if you're stupid enough to keep looking intrigued, I'm going to become very suspicious and get Tam to put you under house arrest. Though I suppose you'd deserve it if you were stupid enough to actually seek one out.

 

FEYRE – What's that?

 

LUCIEN – What's what?

FEYRE – Something's wrong. The wildlife knows it. They've fallen silen –

 

LUCIEN – Put your bow down. Put your damned bow down, human, and look straight ahead. Don't react. No matter what you hear or feel, don't react. Don't look. Just stare ahead…

 

BOGGE – I will grind your bones between my claws; I will drink your marrow; I will feast on your flesh. I am what you fear; I am what you dread… Look at me. Look at me.

 

(BOGGE circles FEYRE and LUCIEN)

 

BOGGE – Look at me. (pause) Look at me. (pause) I will fill my belly with you. I will devour you. Look at me. (pause) Look at me

 

(LUCIEN draws his sword and the BOGGE vanishes)

 

FEYRE – What was that?

 

LUCIEN – You don't want to know…

 

FEYRE – Please. What it that – Suriel you talked about?

 

LUCIEN – No. It was a creature that should not be in these lands. We call it the Bogge. You cannot hunt it, and you cannot kill it. Even with your beloved ash arrows.

 

FEYRE – Why can't I look at it?

 

LUCIEN – Because when you look at it – when you acknowledge it – that's when it becomes real. That's when it can kill you.

 

FEYRE – I heard it's voice. It told me to look at it.

 

LUCIEN – Well, thank the Cauldron that you didn't. Cleaning up that mess would have ruined the rest of my day.

 

(pause)

 

FEYRE – So you're old. And you carry round a sword, and go on border patrol. Did you fight in The War to End All Wars?

 

LUCIEN – Ouch, Feyre – I'm not that old.

 

FEYRE – Are you a warrior, though?

 

LUCIEN – (huffing a laugh) Not as good as Tam, but I know how to handle my weapons. Would you like me to teach you how to wield a blade, or do you already know how, oh mighty mortal huntress? If you took down Andras, you probably don't need to learn anything.

 

FEYRE – I don't know how to use a sword. I only know how to hunt.

 

LUCIEN – Same thing, isn't it?

 

FEYRE – For me it's different.

 

LUCIEN – I suppose you humans are such hateful cowards that you would have wet yourself, curled up, and waited to die if you'd known beyond a doubt what Andras truly was. (sighs) Do you ever stop being so serious and dull?

 

FEYRE – (snapping) Do you ever stop being such a jerk?

 

LUCIEN – (grinning) Much better.

 

(LUCIEN and FEYRE walk onto stage left where TAMLIN is lounging in his seat)

 

LUCIEN – We went on a hunt.

 

TAMLIN – I heard. And did you have fun?

 

FEYRE – Sort of.

 

TAMLIN – Did you catch anything?

 

FEYRE – No.

 

LUCIEN – (quietly) Tam… the Bogge was in the woods today…

 

TAMLIN – (standing up) You ran into it?

 

LUCIEN – (nodding) It moved past but came close. I must have slipped through the border.

 

TAMLIN – Where in the forest?

 

LUCIEN – Near the little copse of birch trees.

 

(TAMLIN walks out of the room)

 

FEYRE – Where is he going?

 

LUCIEN – To hunt the Bogge.

 

FEYRE – You said it couldn't be killed – that you can't face it.

 

LUCIEN – Tam can.

 

FEYRE – So he went to hunt the Bogge where we were earlier today?

 

LUCIEN – (shrugging) If he's going to pick up a trail, it would be there.

 

(FEYRE leaves and walks across to her room – stage left. Lights dim for a moment, and LUCIEN leaves stage right and FEYRE is sitting on her bed brushing out her hair)

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