Heath's jaw hit the floor as he stared at the proceedings, and as the crown was placed on Violet's head. "She's the new Spring Queen," he said aloud to himself with an airy disbelief. Now that was a hell of a promotion. There was no denying that Violet looked the part, all glamorous and regal, her presence exuding confidence and refinement. Still, it seemed rather sudden to the Minstrel who had already gotten used to thinking of Mrs. Rosemary as the Queen Bee. But Heath was happy for Violet and he fully intended to support her.
Taking out a noisemaker from his coat pocket, Heath blows on it with a loud celebratory toot that he had planned to make for Mrs. Rosemary. "Woo!" cheered the Joyeux gaily. Heath wastes no time in moving away from the tables to reswear his oath before the new Queen.
Standing before her he winks playfully at Violet before reciting the Freehold Oath he had sworn one year ago.