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.”

in disdain, as

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

stepped in, because this was

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

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

these people, Sean was at

if he got in

of the training camp came from

involved comparing whose family

No one

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

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

he was trying to

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

later. At that time, I’ll see you in the arena. I’ll be able to

What arrogance!

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

what