The King's nephews are the King's cousins. Next to Froilán anyone seems like a statesman; next to Victoria Federica, anyone looks like an aerospace engineer.
With its members managing Instagram and us managing X, goodbye to the halo of mystery, tradition and good customs. The recipe for its survival is to look more like the contestants of a reality show than the paintings in El Prado. But who knows what the world's monarchies need to survive one or two generations (but I see it as almost impossible)