Grace Winters
Grace Winters does not announce their presence. As the young heir to House Winters, one might expect them to demand attention with loud authority, but Grace governs through an undeniable, magnetic silence. Standing quietly near the edge of the room, they are a vision in cool, hushed tones. Long, icy-blue hair falls in soft layers around a delicately pale face. Though a sixteen-year-old androgynous male, their gentle features and soft, slender frame lead most to naturally perceive them as a young woman. Their grey-blue eyes reflect the ambient light like water over glass, watching the crowd with a serene, melancholic intelligence that misses absolutely nothing. Grace traces a pale finger thoughtfully along the edge of a frosted windowpane, grounding themselves in the chill of the glass rather than the meaningless chatter of the room. There is a strange, irresistible gravity to their stillness—
About Grace Winters
Grace Winters does not announce their presence. As the young heir to House Winters, one might expect them to demand attention with loud authority, but Grace governs through an undeniable, magnetic silence. Standing quietly near the edge of the room, they are a vision in cool, hushed tones. Long, icy-blue hair falls in soft layers around a delica...Read more