Mr clue and the lost princess

Previously

…With the Lullaby safely tucked away, Pippa turned and began to retrace her steps, the feathery maze now seeming less disorienting and more like a fond, if ticklish, memory. She knew the King would be overjoyed, and the children would finally get their Royal Sleepover. And as she emerged from the last of the feathers, blinking in the soft moonlight, she couldn't help but chuckle. After all, who else could say they’d solved a puzzle made of tickle-feathers and negotiated with a sprite who conducted snoring butterflies? Only Princess Pippa, the puzzle-piece princess.