[Ovelia's POV]
One moment, Prince Zephyr was chewing coffee beans with the casual ease of a man snacking on nuts. The next, his entire body went rigid—as if struck by an invisible bolt of lightning. His amethyst eyes widened, a deep blush flooded his cheeks, and then, just as quickly as it appeared, the flush receded. His posture shifted, the loose, swaying informality solidifying into something more controlled, more aware.
"Eating coffee beans makes you feel more awake," Ace murmured beside me, his lips barely moving. "But it doesn't actually make you less drunk." He paused, studying the prince's transformation. "In his case, however… it looks like he's finally sobered up."
