La Infanta

Should it be for the closeness of the palace, my winter residence in Oslo? Or for the voluptuous shape of the skirt, filling my hips with the royal weight and dignity? Or just for the simple fact my father was really a king, baptized with the name of Carlos?

Król Karol. I remember being around six and happily surprised by seeing his picture in  a glossy magazine. Surrounded by some green leaves, he looked exactly like when he worked in our garden. To my even bigger surprise, I was quickly explained by my mother, that it was not dad, but another crowned head- Prince Charles of England- depicted in his royal outfield. 

Another day on a tram, the highness of my father was almost recognized by an older lady. Somehow he managed to disguise again, and her excited whisper '' Prince Charles!'' had just reached the closest passengers.

So, would it be for any of this reason, or any at all, I sometimes also reveal my majesty and become the Infant, the very same one from Velázquez painting. 

La Infanta. Prometo cumplir bien los deberes de la hija del rey Carlos. 

Skirt: V Avenue Shoe Repair

Tee: H&M

Necklace: Ar Studio, Pakamera.pl

Tights: Lindex

Boots: in Amsterdam

Photo: Droga Małżonka