The week of royal vacancy passes almost without incidents.
Alexander and I don't leave our wing of the Palace, and the Princess stays here most of the time. She spends her day in the garden or having tea with us, and she murmurs something about the court's heavy atmosphere every time she's asked to go there.
Mostly, she doesn't want to. Whenever his majesty asks for her presence, she rolls her eyes and complains, but she always goes.
Sooner than we notice, Lavinia is already one month old. She hasn't changed much since birth, except for her cuter face.
She's not as ugly as she used to be. She didn't grow, though.
Kate says it's normal, and even the royal doctor we called confirmed it. He said babies might lose weight in the first weeks, but it will be all right if she returns to grow after the first month.
She's normal, apparently. Not too big and not too small.
