This prediction deals with that “certain something” about Feyre that is mentioned but is never focused on in the first book. It is also based on great personal fascination with the “Beauty and the Beast” tale type, with which I am very familiar. However, if you are not familiar with the tale type or the original de Villeneuve version, this predication could be super-spoilery for you, so I am going to put most of it beneath the cut.
That “certain something” to which I am referring is mentioned at least twice that I have noticed, but it’s probably slipped in other places, too, because it is meant to be subtle. The first occurrence is on page 143 in my copy, and it takes place the day after the Suriel incident when Tamlin is offering to help Feyre write for the second time.
Passage 1 (P1)
“I’m not insulting you.” His quiet voice made it all the worse.
“I don’t need your help.”
“Clearly not,” he said with a half smile. But the smile faded. “A human who can take down a faerie in a wolf’s skin, who ensnared the Suriel and killed two naga on her own …” He choked on a laugh, and shook his head. The firelight danced along his mask. “They’re fools. Fools for not seeing it.” He winced. But his eyes held no mischief.
The second passage is at the very end of the book, during the final exchange between Feyre and Rhysand on page 415. Indeed, I felt the whole bargain between them was a bit strange, especially if the only reason Rhysand was interested in her had to do with making Tamlin angry. He would not go through so much trouble for someone he only lusted for, would he? There’s a particular moment during their final conversation that points again to this “certain something.”
Passage 2 (P2)
“Well, good-bye for now,” he said, rolling his neck as if we hadn’t been talking about anything important at all. He bowed at the waist, those wings vanishing entirely, and had begun to fade into the nearest shadow when he went rigid.
His eyes locked on mine, wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shock–pure shock flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back a step. Actually stumbled.
“What is–” I began.
He disappeared–simply disappeared, not a shadow in sight–into the crisp air.
I have two very good ideas about what this “certain something” is. In fact, the what is less of a question for me. It’s more to do with the who. If you’re interested in finding out what and who I think Feyre is based on close familiarity with the “Beauty and the Beast” tale type, read below the jump!
A long time ago in the Great Green Forest, there was a little fairy princess named Elena who was unlike any other fairy princess before her. She disliked the big round rose petal ballgowns that were made for her, she wanted something lighter and easier to run and fly in. Tea parties bored her half to death and she preferred to sip rose water up in the tree branches with her fairy friends. She did not like to comb her hair, it was a hassle and would get frizzy anyways. Her parents, the king and queen of the Great Green forest, did not do anything to change their daughter.
“She is perfectly perfect the way she is.” Said the queen to the angered council of fairy elders.
The council did not think she was perfectly perfect. The council thought Elena’s free spirit was too improper and would scare the creatures of the Great Green Forest. If she wasn’t wearing flower gowns and sipping tea and combing her hair, could she be trusted to calm down care for the forest when she became queen? The council really did want what was best for the forest, so they thought it would be helpful to set a proper example for Elena. A long ways away from the Great Green Forest lived another fairy princess called Stellula, and she was the council’s idea of perfectly perfect. Stellula was a proper fairy princess who wore glamorous flower gowns and held fancy tea parties in her land. If Elena met Stellula, maybe Elena would learn to be a proper fairy princess.
So Stellula was invited to the Great Green Forest to stay in the castle. When she arrived she folded all her clothes neatly into the guest room’s drawers and washed her face. Elena was unsure of Stellula at first, she seemed so boring. At dinner she ate so slowly and used massive words like “monolithic”. By bedtime, though, Elena was intrigued. Stellula, dressed in silky pajamas and combing her hair, was humming a little tune. It was a tune that Elena recognized. It was a drinking song, the kind one might sing while drinking rose water with their friends! With that realization, Elena skipped into the guest room and joined in, humming along with Stellula. From then on the two princesses did lots of things together!
The two princesses really were a sight to behold. Together the girls explored the forest, Elena hopping from wildflower to wildflower as Stellula flew elegantly just above her. They chatted about lots of things on their walks together. Stellula had learned the drinking song from her father. By the sound of it, Elena thought Stellula’s father would be a fun person to drink with. How did he raise somebody as proper as Stellula? Elena glanced upwards toward the other princess. Her lavender wings gained little gold speckles in the sunlight, and something about the way she looked at all her surroundings made her eyes look big, round and hungry. Most of all, though, Elena admired Stellula’s slender figure. Elena herself was on the chubber side, and short as well. Stellula was tall and slim, and Elena thought it was beautiful. Stellula, too, thought Elena’s curves and round face were beautiful. Elena is not one to keep things to herself, and so her thoughts escaped through her lips before she could stop herself.
“I think you look really stunning, Stellula.” Said Elena.
It was the start of a romance.
The council was pleased to see the girls getting along so well. Their little plan had been working better than they could have even dreamed. Surely, they thought, Elena would adopt Stellula’s propriety and become a perfectly perfect princess. Except, she didn’t. Instead, Stellula began to join Elena and her friends up in the tree branches to drink, she borrowed Elena’s clothes and ran through the forest with her beloved. The council was shocked. As soon as they found out, they insisted to Stellula that Elena had corrupted her.
“Corrupted me? Why, she’s so perfectly perfect! If there is a single thing that would bring her happiness, she does not abstain. I imagine she will put that skill to use for the sake of the forest and grant the creatures here years of happiness. She has blessed me, if anything, with the gift of self-advocacy and helped me to be a little less shy.” Said Stellula with crossed arms and wild, uncombed hair.
Upon hearing this, the queen nodded and had the council fired. The princesses married, became queens of the Great Green Forest and hatched a little fairy prince together in the castle. They lived happily forever after.
Well then get your shit together. Get it all together. And put it in a backpack. All your shit. So it’s together. And if you gotta take it somewhere, take it somewhere, you know, take it to the shit store and sell it, or put it in a shit museum, I don’t care what you do, you just gotta get it together. Get your shit together.