Coat of Arms of Spain - Historical Spanish Coats of Arms

Historical Spanish Coats of Arms

Origin of the Coats of Arms of Spain

John II of Castile Isabella of Portugal John II of Aragon Juana EnrĂ­quez
Isabella I of Castile
the Catholic
Ferdinand II of Aragon
the Catholic

The Arms of the Kingdom of Spain was the official coat of arms of the Monarch of Spain from the time of the Catholic Monarchs, and was used as the official arms of the Kingdom until the First Spanish Republic in 1873. Afterwards, the arms became an integral part of the Coat of Arms of Spain. The different governments since (whether republican or monarchist) have led to the arms being changed on various occasions, but always respecting the main heraldic design involving the former kingdoms and, in many cases, the pillars of Hercules.

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