#geneva.

Henry had always adored a good lie in, but with the Highwinds Tournament starting today, he knew better than to sleep away most of the morning in the comfort of his presidential suite. It wasn’t as if he’d gotten very much rest though, what with the delectable little companion he’d picked up at the start of his travels---Geneva D’Amati Tulloch was in his bed currently, and had been ever since he’d realized they’d both be travelling to Autumn Court at the same time. Lumenopolis’s own high-ranking clothier was one of his many conquests from his years spent travelling back and forth between the Coral Palace and the Human Resistance, but his fondness for her had never wavered---she was a rare jewel, and a welcome distraction when times were trying.

And. Well. For an undercover spy leading dual lives, were they ever not?

“Gen, darling, I’m afraid it’s time for us to wake up,” Henry murmured as he pressed a sleepy kiss to the blue-eyed fae curled up contentedly in his arms, he brought one hand around to her sensitive wing joints and stroked them gently, sensuously, with all the familiarity of a lover who knew her exquisite little body all too well. “As little as we’ve slept, I’d say we’re both in dire need of a bit of the dog that bit us in order to get us going, hrm?” He laughed, then, hoarse and lazy, and drew her close once more, brushing her curls out of her lovely face so that he could press his warm lips to her in yet another kiss, this time to her supple mouth. “Come now, beautiful girl. The sun won’t rise until the woman whose likeness it claims does.” 

Amnesty International has issued a grave warning over what it describes as a rapidly deteriorating global human rights environment, citing the continued ripple effects of the so-called “Trump effect” as having emboldened oppressive tactics and accelerated rights violations around the world. In its latest annual review, The State of the World’s Human Rights, the watchdog paints a bleak picture of…

He wasn’t too sure what to do with himself following the terrifying unravelling of events that had taken place at the Highwinds Tournament, in the chaos of it all he’d managed to evade Raymond---but just barely, and not before the other man had caught a full and proper glimpse of Henry’s wings that no amount of silver tongued smooth talking had been able to explain away or deny. That was his cover with the Resistance blown, there’d be no going back there anytime soon but with Lilianna nowhere to be found as well, was there really any point in maintaining his role among the humans? But he cared for them, he cared for them in a way that he cared for more than some of the people in his own court. He’d wanted to help protect them, to keep them safe while also watching over Lilianna, but they’d gone ahead and dug their own grave anyway---

So now he was back in Summer, back at Arabella’s side and waiting for the other shoe to drop. As far as he knew, the High Lady didn’t yet suspect him, neither did the princess. But where was Lilianna? What had transpired between her and Alexander and Santiago that had been so catastrophic enough that it had torn the Rebellion in half? And Ray---as far as Henry knew, the violent lupine fae only cared for one other faerie, and it certainly wasn’t him, unless he just so happened to turn into a beautiful Garden-grown nymph overnight. No, he was out of luck there...

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Larwyn's Linx: Surrender in Geneva; The Problem of Selfishness