Mr clue and the lost princess

Previously

…The Lullaby was restored, and as Pippa walked back towards the King’s chambers, the first hint of dawn was painting the sky in hues of rose and gold. The kingdom, she knew, would soon be bathed in the comforting embrace of peaceful sleep. And King Bartholomew, she imagined, would be sighing with relief instead of exhaustion. Pippa, the puzzle-piece princess, had once again proven that even the most chaotic of crises could be solved with a little bit of wit, a dash of determination, and a willingness to understand even the most mischievous of sprites. The Royal Sleepover was saved.