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

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

stepped in, because this

when they grow

others, and

people, Sean was at the bottom of the

if he got in

training camp came from a powerful

the game involved comparing whose family

wasn’t even a member of the Winningtons. No one thought he was

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

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

thought he was trying to ingratiate himself with

lift it, Carrot Head, then just forget it. Just go home and be with

There’ll be an archery competition a week later. At that time, I’ll see you in the

What arrogance!

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

what did Sean