Her hunting leathers had been specially designed to hold daggers, and Lyana had no problem letting everyone in the room guess her skill level while she prepared, taking her time, feeling the weight of each blade, not paying attention as the other princesses took their turns. “Stop showing off,” Luka murmured, but his tone was playful. Lyana glanced at him as she snapped the last buckle into place. “Now, why would I do that?”
