Lady Fiona's eyes widened with interest as she set her gaze on Evan.
"I can see the Blood of Frost coursing through your veins. You must be a descendant of my brother." As she spoke, her long eyelashes fluttered delicately, like the wings of a butterfly, revealing her fascination. The clone was created using Lady Fiona's genes, memory, and soul shard. It was unsurprising to hear it speak in a manner that resembled her own.
"You're right. The First Generation Imperial Lord of Frost is my great great great grandfather." Evan nodded.
"What type of soul plate do you possess?" she inquired, her voice laced with curiosity.
"I have a control-type soul plate," Evan replied confidently, meeting her gaze.
Immediately, a sly smile played on Fiona's lips.