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.”

at Sean in disdain, as rumors about his

itself was a mimic of society.

in, because this

the rules of society when they grow up. They would be akin

down upon others, and various unspoken rules abound in the training

Sean was at the bottom of the food

he got

training camp came from

of the game involved comparing whose family was more

even a member of the Winningtons. No one thought

wasn’t sad about it. His brain was like a machine, precisely filtering out all

admitted, not the slightest bit embarrassed. “It’s

was trying to ingratiate himself

can’t lift it, Carrot Head, then just forget it. Just go home and be

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 I can even take

What arrogance!

at least one month to be able

yet, what