This one was inspired by the scene in Tinman where Glitch pulls the cover off of the harp, saying 'There's something so familiar about this.'
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Ambrose ran his hands softly over the oiled wood of the upright harp, admiring it's smoothness. He could hardly believe that it was finally finished. He'd been working on it for nearly a year; certainly far longer than any of his other projects. He'd almost given up on it several times.
But, at last, it was finished.
He'd sanded it smooth as silk, and varnished it until it was a soft, rosy dark glow. There were no rough or sharp places for the children to hurt themselves on, he'd made sure of that. And at last, here it was. And just in time.
He wrapped it gently in a brilliantly dyed blue cloth, winding a matching sapphire ribbon around it to hold it in place. No wrapping presents with paper and tape, no sir, not for him.
He lifted the large harp gently into his arms -working on his inventions all the time had given him more strength and muscle control than you would expect looking at him. He went through the servant's corridors, winking at the one maid he saw. She giggled and curtsied.
He set the harp on the floor in the queen's dayroom moments before she entered. He smiled and bowed, one hand sweeping towards the covered harp.
"Happy birthday, your majesty," he said as she knelt to unwrap it. She gasped in delight and his smile widened.
"Oh, Ambrose, it's perfect."