"The sons of Adam and daughters of Eve shall rule, but the oldest daughter shall never be equal to her siblings"
Anne Pevensie was constantly overshadowed by her siblings. She was shy and smart, but not as smart as Susan, and not as defiant as Edmun...
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The countryside was beautiful, Anne would give it that. She remembered a trip her father had taken her on once when he had to lecture at Oxford, she remembered the green fields fondly and pointing out various animals to her father. She was doing the same now, distracting Lucy from the bumpy tracks and anxiety in her stomach.
Eventually, Anne fell into a light sleep, lulled into it by Susan's gentle voice, reading to Lucy. When they get to their stop, Peter gently shakes her awake and holds both of their trunks.
Out on the platform of 'Coombe halt', Anne rubs some sleep from her eyes, they were the only children dropped off here, and in the distance, they hear a car coming. They run down to meet it, but it drives straight past them.
"The Professor knew we were coming," Susan says confused
"Perhaps we've been incorrectly labelled," Ed suggests and Anne sighs, she takes Lucy's hand and notices a horse-drawn cart approach.
"Oh no..."
The woman on the horse stops in front of them "Mrs Macready?" Peter asks
"I'm afraid so... Is this it, then? Haven't you brought anything else?"
"No, ma'am. It's just us,"
"Small favours..." She looks rather disappointed, but gestures for the children to climb on back.
The ride to the mansion wasn't as long as Anne had expected, the fresh country air woke her up, and the blooming flowers raised her spirits. She tried not to think of home, but her hand lingered on the opal necklace her mother had given her.
Inside the mansion, Mrs Macready leads them up large stairs. The children had seen the house from afar and were in awe of its size. They had grown up in London after all.
"Professor Kirke is not accustomed to havin' children in this house. And as such, there are a few rules we need to follow. There will be no shoutin'!" she looks pointedly at Susan " Or runnin'. No improper use of the dumbwaiter," Anne watches Susan reach up for a statue "No touchin' of the historical artefacts! And above all, there shall be no disturbin' of the professor," her voice is sharp, and Anne is mildly terrified.
Later that night, Lucy is tucked into bed, and the older children are unpacking, Peter is watching the night sky as he listens to the radio.
"German aircraft carried out a number of attacks on Great Britain last night. The raids, which lasted for several hours -" the presenter's voice is cut off and Peter looks over accusingly at Susan, she gently gestures to their younger sibling, tightly hugging Anne's teddy bear. "The sheets feel scratchy,"
"Well, I doubt Mrs Macready puts as much care into washing as Mother does," Anne tries to joke as she enters the room, her hair braided for sleep, she sits next to Lucy.
