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A young Mary kneels with a book, her mother’s hand guiding hers. The light falls softly on their faces, the scene intimate, almost ordinary—yet charged with quiet devotion. The folds of their robes, the worn pages, the tender focus between them: a moment both humble and sacred.
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The young Infanta gazes past the viewer, her stiff brocade gown and rigid posture belying the softness in her face. A hint of melancholy lingers beneath the formality of royal portraiture.
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The stiff brocade of her gown barely moves as she turns, pearls glinting against black silk. A queen’s gaze meets yours—direct, unflinching—before the heavy curtains of the Spanish court close again.