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.”

Sean in disdain, as

was a mimic of society. It was filled with relationships, networks

because this

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

down upon others, and

these people, Sean was at

what if he got in through

of the training camp came from a powerful

of the game involved comparing

even a member of the Winningtons. No one thought he was from

it. His brain was like a machine, precisely filtering out all unfriendly

not the slightest bit

Everyone thought he was trying

go home and be with your mommy. Watch out,

in the arena. I’ll be able to lift the bow

What arrogance!

training for at least one month to be able to lift the bow and arrow and

what did Sean