Middle Names

Almost done, Ddraig thought to herself, going over the form one last time. It had been more than a year since she'd made it clear she wanted to change her last name, but she'd only recently gone to the Archives to get the right papers to fill out to make the change official. 
She'd even briefly considered whether she should change her name to something more effeminate like "Ddraigtanta", but she'd not liked the way it had looked when she'd attempted to use it as her signature. Ddraigtanto was her name, and it always would be.
One box still remained to fill in, however..."Middle Names".
She'd never had a middle name. At least, not one that she knew of. Her mother had only called her "Ddraig" or "Ddraigtan", and her father...the best thing he'd called her was "boy", and that wasn't saying much.
A mad thought suddenly flew into her head. Plenty of dragons had the name of a relative for a middle name. Could she do the same?
Excitedly, she scribbled down a name into the box. Selena.
She sat back, admiring her handiwork. "Ddraigtanto Selena di Avalaria" she said aloud, testing how it sounded. It had a nice ring to it, really.
As she settled back down to complete the form, her eyes wandered to the miniature at the edge of the desk. It was an old painting, and showed a mighty red dragon with massive jagged horns sitting with a young black dragon. Herself.
Dear Galen, Ddraig thought, picking up the miniature and looking at the image of the old dragon who'd cared for her. Could she honour him too? Although Galen wasn't a very effeminate name, she thought, frowning. Was there another way she could work him in? Perhaps she could try doing what most Sekeolasian dragons did, and combine his name with another word?
Galenhianag, Galenvrak, Galennuade, she thought, trying out the draconic words for daughter, child and ward, respectively. Was daughter right? She'd never legally been recognised as his daughter - well, son, back then - but she knew that he had wanted to adopt her as his own; he'd even left her his home in his will!
Before she could come to a conclusion, she absentmindedly glanced at the box on the form that listed her old name; "Ddraigtanto Ixeniejir". She'd said at the time that she didn't want to be an Ixeniejir any more - and, she admitted to herself, she had been speaking out of anger then - but she didn't really want to cut ties with her family completely. Perhaps she could keep Ixeniejir as a middle name as well?
Ddraig groaned loudly. This was getting more complicated than she'd meant it to!

***

"Ddraig?" Alexander called, ascended the stairs to the study. "Would you like something to drink, my love?" he said, carrying a plate on one foreleg.
He poked his head inside, and noticed his mate slumped forwards on her desk.
"Are you okay?" he said, entering the room.
"Just look." Ddraig said, pointing to the form on her desk. Alexander moved closer, putting down the plate.
"Ddraigtanto..." he said, picking up the paper. He frowned. Ddraigtanto Selena Galensnuade Ixeniejir di Avalaria?
"Uh," Alexander said, looking up. "It's a bit of a mouthful..."
"I know." Ddraig said, foreclaws on her head. 
Alexander chuckled. "Well, to be fair, my love, most monarchs do have long names."
"It's not too much, is it?" Ddraig said, looking up.
"You'll still be Ddraig to us. And Tanni to me." he added, nuzzling her. 
Ddraig smiled, and nuzzled him back. "At least this way I can give my mother a legacy." 
"You are your mother's legacy, my love." Alexander said.
"No, no, that's not what I meant," Ddraig said, hiding a grin. "I just wanted to be able to...pass her name on, I guess."
"Well maybe one day we can have a little Selena of our own?" he added.
Ddraig raised a brow. "Oh?" she said, grinning playfully. "A bit presumptuous of you, my dear King!"
Alexander smiled back. "Maybe not just yet. But some day?"
"Some day." Ddraig nodded, getting up from her seat.