Julian's Stand in Wife

Archery was a sport Sean really liked.

But…

“You can’t even pull a bow, and you want to compete?”

“Not just that. He’s barely as tall as the bow!”

“What is he doing here, trying to act tough at his age?”

“I heard there’s some nepotism involved. He’s just here to try things out. He won’t stay for long.”

Everyone at the competition murmured under their breaths, mocking him.

They wondered how rich his family had to be to send him into the training camp to pick up skills necessary for a successor at such a young age.

“Which family could it be? Leonard knows every rich and powerful family there is in Richburgh, but we’ve never seen him talk to this kid.”

“Yeah, and his surname’s Winnington.

“I’ve asked around. Among the Winningtons, there’s no one called Sean.”

looked at Sean in disdain, as rumors about his

of society. It was filled with relationships,

because this

of society when they grow up. They would be akin to fish

upon others, and various unspoken rules abound in the training

was at the bottom of

what if he got in

part of the training camp came from a powerful

game involved comparing whose

member of the Winningtons. No one thought

it. His brain was like a machine, precisely filtering

not the slightest bit embarrassed. “It’s too

laughed. Everyone thought he was trying to

it. Just go home and be with your mommy. Watch

laughed. “I won’t die. There’ll be an archery competition a week later. At that time, I’ll see you in the arena. I’ll be able to lift the bow and arrow by then, and

What arrogance!

camp had been training for at least one month to be able to lift the

what