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An idyllic evening at the House of Wind comes to an abrupt end when Rhysand's legendary, impenetrable wards shatter like glass. From a volatile blue portal, a woman crashes straight onto the spotless floor-battered, reeking of burnt ozone, fresh blood, and pure fury. Instead of begging for asylum, however, the mysterious stranger decides to demolish the most powerful warriors in the history of Prythian. She shatters armor with her bare hands, outsmarts the Inner Circle, and throws the High Lord of the Night Court out a window with equal precision. Who is this deadly efficient, ashen-haired girl who moves with the precision of a veteran, couldn't care less about court etiquette, and can drive the most dangerous assassins to the brink of a nervous breakdown with a single sharp comeback? Everyone in Velaris is asking themselves one question: how does she know absolutely everything about them, and why does her sudden appearance turn their entire status quo upside down? Add to that a House of Wind jealous of its new tenant and a certain dark spy who suddenly begins to lose his icy indifference, and things get... deadly interesting. Will the Inner Circle survive an encounter with someone who doesn't look at them as authorities, but as spoiled amateurs? And what will happen when this lethally dangerous stranger collides with the darkness of someone who has no intention of keeping his distance? Get ready for an explosive mix of sarcasm, painful encounters with gravity, a slow-burn romance, and a relationship that will set every page on fire. This story is a non-profit fanfiction work, written purely for entertainment purposes. The story was translated from Polish by AI