The sack slid open, and the flower prince who emerged was even more dazzling up close. The rapturous floral scent that instantly colored the surrounding air and those beautiful honey-colored eyes were... far from tearful; they were beyond dry, they were parched. Uh-oh. Glaring was fine, but the fact that those eyes held arrogance and displeasure rather than fear or fragility was deeply disconcerting.

It was only half a day ago that he was lying peacefully in a flower bed, soaking up the sun. A rough burlap sack had suddenly covered the back of his head, followed by the sound of heavy panting in the darkness. Normally, one would scream and tremble in fear, but who was Tommelis? Who was this bold lunatic who dared to kidnap a royal prince? While he was stunned by the absurdity, the faint scent of earth wafted through the gaps in the sack, along with a round, fluffy silhouette carrying him. No way, really?

Sliding open, the mouth of the sack gaped wide, letting the dim light of the burrow pour in. Tommelis irritably brushed off his crumpled clothes and slowly stood up. His rich floral fragrance spread throughout the burrow. As he ran a hand roughly through his hair, the first thing Tommelis saw was Guest's face, which had frozen in horror after sparkling with anticipation.

What is this hideous little mole? How dare you lay a hand on me and kidnap me, you lowly subterranean beast.

Holy crap, it's a real mole. And it's freaking cute. A mole kidnapped me, this is insane! He tried his best to scowl fiercely while looking around.

Ha, the smell down here is so musty... Dust is flying everywhere, so get lost. Don't come near me. Don't you dare touch me.

He glared at Guest with a sharp tilt of his chin.

What are you staring at so stupidly? If you kidnapped me, you should at least offer me food. Bring me some warm tea right now.