From when Alexander returned, no one dares to reach this wing of the Palace. I spend a few days resting.
When Lavinia wakes up in the middle of the night, Alexander gets up to carry her to the bed. It doesn't happen too often, as our daughter is a calm baby, but I don't need to walk, not even to the cradle.
Lavinia's serenity is not because of the sleeping drug the midwife gave her. Kate said that the poison isn't in the little ball's body anymore. It's just her character.
Breastfeeding becomes less painful with time, so I eventually can look at my baby without a constant frown. She's turning pretty: Alexander was right about this too.
And I'm slowly forgetting how difficult it has been to bring her to this world. It's early to think about it, years early, but I might be brave enough to attempt giving birth to Elias as well.
The only person that crosses the door to visit me, other than the Princess, is Duchess Prim.
