Lady Indrin is the daughter of a duke... not that anyone seems to realize the significance behind that when she finds herself in New York City's Grand Central Station. Of course, someone proclaiming that they are nobility means that they are either high or insane so getting carted right off to the interrogation room should have been expected. But Lady Indrine is a woman of means and power, both of the social and magical variety, so they won't find her so easily cowed. It's time that the real world got a taste of what magic can really do.

No update schedule, this is a side project. I will try to commit to at least one chapter a week, expect more, at least initially.