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.”

disdain, as rumors

camp itself was a mimic of society. It was filled with relationships,

stepped in, because this was

these children familiarize themselves to the rules of society when they grow up. They would be akin to fish in water, slowly conforming

and

at the bottom of the

he got in

the training camp came

involved comparing whose family

a member of the Winningtons. No one

about it. His brain was like a machine, precisely filtering out all unfriendly voices so that he could focus, focus,

the bow,” Sean admitted, not the slightest bit embarrassed.

was trying

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

What arrogance!

for at least one month to

yet, what