Mr clue and the lost princess

Previously

…Pippa beamed. “It will be. I promise.” As Pippa carefully took the fragment of the Lullaby, the sprite dissolved into a shimmering mist, promising to be waiting. The melody that had woven through the grove faded, leaving only the soft, individual whispers of the chimes. Pippa stood alone, the precious fragment warm in her hand, the echo of the sprite’s tinkling voice still in her ears. She had solved the riddle of the Whispering Grove, and the next step was clear. She had a music box to retrieve, and a kingdom to lull back to sleep. The puzzle, it seemed, was far from over, but for the first time in days, she felt a surge of genuine, unadulterated hope.