Okay! So I'm here with a new story ~ It's AU Golden Age. The Pevensies aren't related here, and it's like Peter and Edmund are brothers and Susan and Lucy are sisters =) Here's some details about the other characters joining and their ages. And btw, this is two years after they were crowned.

The Eddleton Family

Juliet Anne Eddleton, 12

Margaret Pearl Eddleton, 9

Archibald James "Archie" Eddleton, 14

The Pevensies

High King Peter the Magnificent, 15

Queen Susan the Gentle, 14

King Edmund the Just, 12

Queen Lucy the Valiant, 10

Hope you like this as much as The Count's Lady =D Review please!

Chapter One: Sent Away

Juliet's POV

I sat curled up in a chair, reading A Little Princess, the fire crackling comfortingly in the fire place.

Reaching the part where Sara thinks that magic was what transformed her room, I rolled my eyes. Magic doesn't exist.

Sara Crewe's imagination was borderline silly, to me at least, Margaret doesn't think so, and Archie even agrees with her. Margaret and Archie are my siblings. Margaret's younger than me, and Archie is older.

I turned to the next page but I didn't continue reading.

I remembered times like these, when Mum was still alive. She would sit in a chair just like the one I'm sitting in right now, and I would be on her lap, and she'd read to me. I vaguely remembered her reading to me stories about magical lands and fairies and mystical creatures. I loved them, and I could remember a time where I believed them too, but right now I don't. Not anymore.

I had to act like a mother for Margaret, and be there to make sure Archie won't get into trouble. The war then started, and I was forced to grow up faster than I should. Then Father then got drafted, and we were sent away to Cambridge, with our aunt, Eloise. Growing up made me realize that at this time, fairytales are useless. It's time to be realistic.

"Juliet?" a voice floated from the doorway, breaking me away from my thoughts.

I turned around and saw Margaret. "Yes?" I asked.

"Auntie Eloise says it's time for supper"

"I'll be there in a minute. You go on first" I smiled at her and she gave me a smile back before she rushed back downstairs.

I closed the book and placed it on the side table next to the chair. I stood up slowly, looking around the room. This was my favorite out of all the other rooms in Auntie Eloise's house, because I remember that this was where Mum spent a lot of the time when she was still alive.

I shaked my head, Sad memories don't have a place in your head, Juliet. You're being silly again, you need to keep moving forward, I scolded myself in my head.

Five minutes later, I was sitting down in the dinning room table with Margaret, Archie and Aunt Eloise.

Archie was talking about the book he was currently reading, 50,000 Leagues Under the Sea. He seemed to like it, but I found it completely boring.

Suddenly Auntie Eloise cleared her throat, we all turned to her.

"My dears, I have some news for you" she said.

"What is it Auntie?" I asked, curious.

"Due to the war and the bombings, there is to be an evacuation of the children to the countryside, so that you'll be safe" AuntieEloise replied.

"So Margaret's being sent away?" Archie asked.

Margaret looked terrified, "I don't want to go alone!"

"No, Archie. All three of you will be going" Auntie Eloise answered, "It's for the best"

"I don't want to leave. I'm barely a child" Archie insisted.

"It's for the best, Archie" I said, "We'll be safe in the country"

Archie glared at me, "Don't pretend that you're an adult, Juliet. Because you're not. You're not the boss of me" he snapped.

"No, I'm not your boss, but this would be the best thing to be done now!" I shot back. "You're not grown up to, if you haven't noticed"

"Archibald! Juliet! Calm down!" Auntie Eloise said sternly, "Or you'll have to leave the table"

I sat back and crossed my arms, glaring at Archie, who glared back.

"Juliet is right, Archie" Auntie Eloise said calmly, "You'll be safe there, besides, the country is a wonderful place. Why, it's so peaceful, and magical too –"

"Magical?" Margaret leaned in, delighted.

"Oh yes, dear. You can pretend to be anything there! You can have fun there with your imagination" Auntie Eloise smiled warmly.

"Oh, it wouldn't be so bad then" Margaret turned to me, "Right, Juliet?"

I nodded hesitantly, I didn't want to disappoint her. "Yes, Margaret"

I turned to Auntie Eloise, "When shall we leave?"

"Tomorrow" she replied.

"What? So soon?" Archie asked incredulously.

"Yes, dear. And I want you to pack after your done with your chores tonight too. We leave bright and early tomorrow morning"

Tomorrow. I agreed with Archie that it was so soon. But it will be for the best, I thought glumly. We would all be safe.

I sat down on the desk in the room I share with Margaret a few hours later, I had already finished my chores and I've also packed and changed into my nightclothes. I decided to write Dad a letter.

June 21, 1941

Dear Dad,

Hi, I know I've just written you two days ago, but I wanted to write to you again. You see, Auntie Eloise is sending us to the countryside, where we'll be safe. Archie doesn't want to, he's being a bit of a pain really. Yes, I know I've said that to you a few dozen times already, but it's the truth.

Margaret on the other hand, is quite excited to go to the country, she thinks it would be a magical place. I know she's only a child, but I think it's rather quite silly. I mean, don't you agree that magic is so childish. Frankly, I believe it doesn't exist, and Margaret shouldn't keep that too much hope on it.

I might sound a bit like a killjoy right now, but this is just my opinion, Dad, and I know you understand my opions and everything.

I miss Mum a lot. So does Archie and Margaret too. But I'm trying hard to be a good mother figure to them, and I do belive I'm suceeding quite well.

How are you there Dad? Are you alright? Oh, I hope you're not wounded. I pray to God every night that you and the other countrymen are safe whilst protecting our country from the Germans. I remind Margaret and Archie to pray too. We all miss and love you.

Auntie Eloise is well, but she had a slight cold yesterday, so I had to manage the household, but I'm alright with that. I've been used to that ever since Mum died. I remember her a lot these days.

I'm quite sleepy now, so I should end this letter.

Sincerely with love,

Juliet

I ended the letter and sighed. I looked up at the window at the dark and starless night. At times, especially like this, I seem to lose all kinds of hope, but I've realized now, that I was already loosing it bit by bit through the years.

I stood up and went to my bed and laid down and waited for sleep to come to me.

So how'd you like it? :D Two reviews I'll post next chapter :) And don't worry, I'm still continuing The Count's Lady.