Rhysand grinned even as he rolled his cyan eyes that sparkled with more intensity than ever before. Maybe it was the magic practically wafting from the world in which he came from. Maybe it was love and joy. Maybe it was his attire accenting his gaze and letting the brilliant color truly stand out.
"Very well. There's much to see! Lets go." He looped his arm gently behind her back and started through the door, revealing on the other side the end of a hall that led toward a kitchen. The walls were painted with mural-esque designs. Flowers and spirals and color of all kinds. It was no wallpaper nor typical paint. Katherine might recognize the style as Feyre's.