The second name appeases the Queen, her great-grandmother and the third gives credit to her grandmother Princess Diana.
Many conspiracy theories cling to Diana and her death. Was it really a car accident, or did the monarchy wish to cut ties with a foreigner in case she bore a child of mixed race?
All that aside, the birth of the new Princess has given the nation something to celebrate. And, God knows, our spirits need uplifting with so many dreadful things happening in the world at the moment.
I'm gloating about the name choice—no I didn't place a bet on the outcome. I named one of my characters in Still Rock Water: Charlotte. But she's not a Princess. Charlotte is the adulterer who traps Liliha's husband with her charming ways, stealing him away, and thus driving Liliha to move away from Australia to live in England.
This brings up the subject of name choice. My mother named me after a hair salon, but she spelled it the wrong way, substituting an 'e' for the 'i' in Francene. I've since found many other women who spell their name the same way, so I'm not unique.
I liked my name until just recently. It made me feel special, and maybe I acted with more confidence because of it. Now, it seems pretentious. But I could never change it. A rose by any other name is just as sweet.
Why did your mother give you the name you answer to? Did it form the person you are today?