They're drawn in borrowed paint that tastes like candy, pink and leading the way to a tall, tall tower. There's no door, not that can be seen from outside. It's stone, and it's tall enough that he needs to crane his head back to look.
The tiara is sitting on the edge of a single window way, way, way up there. And the stone walls are too slippery for him to dig his claws into.
Inside, there's humming. A familiar French lullaby, but the girl who is humming is not visible.]