Astoria looked down at their joined hands and resisted the temptation to frown, because she didn't need wrinkles on top of everything else and because she would never show any sign of trouble between them, but the truth was that she was upset with her husband. Their baby was sick and he had disappeared, never there for Scorpius.
"They were the King and Queen of the Lothlerien. It seemed befitting." She didn't mention that she had picked a great many sovereigns but most of them had either died tragically or had children who had died tragically. She liked the idea of elves that lived for thousands of years.
"Scorpius should be here as well. Maybe we can find him later," she said. "I'm sure he'd like to talk to you. I fear he's forgot what you look like."