Amongst Royalty: Life in Canterlot

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Fleur De Lis had never seen such a comfortable and confident looking stallion. So large, not only by his physical size, but in his presence. The room seemed to revolve around him. After all, it was his party. Fleur was amazed she'd never met him before.

The super model looked behind her, seeing that Upper Crust had vanished, leaving only Jet Set to mingle with some business ponies to her back. Fleur commenced a shy and short lived conversation with the mare by her side, a socialite that was uninterested in what Fleur had to say. Just as that conversation dried up, Fleur could hear Upper Crust's voice growing nearer. She turned, seeing her friend approaching with somepony else in tow. "Fleur! Please, allow me to introduce you to our host. FancyPants, meet Fleur De Lis." Upper Crust smiled, taking a step back and waiting.

There was a short silence, but the white stallion quickly filled it with his words. "A pleasure, Fleur De Lis." He bowed down and kissed her hoof, the mare's cheeks flushing with pink as she smiled.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well. This party is very wonderful." He nodded awkwardly, looking around and thiking about all the little things the ponies in his home probably didn't notice that night. "Please, you can call me Fleur."

Their short dialogue was interrupted by Upper Crust cooing happily. Both ponies looked to her, seeing that the high society mare was swaying around a little to the music. "This piece was composed by Jet Set's favorite musician, I have to go and dance with him, pardon me you two." Upper Crust scooted away, rushing over to Jet Set who was completely ready to dance with her.

Fleur bobbed on her hooves, feeling strange that she was the only mare who didn't have a stallion to dance with at the party. FancyPants picked up on this strange feeling, and offered his services kindly to the very pretty mare before him. "May I?" He hadn't needed to say anything else. Her hoof was soon in his, and then they were dancing with everypony else.

"This is very nice, Fleur. You're an incredible dancer." She smiled, glad he couldn't see her red cheeks or her goofy feeling smile.

"Thank you, FancyPants. Tell me about you, you've made me curious." FancyPants chuckled, then beginning to explain his life to the mare as they danced to the never ending song. He was wealthy, both of his parents having earned a great deal of money, which rocketed his family into the Canterlot elite. He was young, surprisingly young, but not younger than Fleur.

They discussed likes and dislikes, but before the conversation could blossom, the dance ended. FancyPants walked away from her side slowly, obviously not wanting to go. "I'll see you at the dinner table." Fleur nodded shyly, curling her mane around her hoof and smiling at the stallion.

Fleur noticed a group of high society ponies looking at her confusedly. She meandered away, knowing that her relatively unknown status amongst high society ponies did not permit her to dance with the likes of FancyPants. If the regal stallion noticed the looks of distaste, he said nothing.

At dinner, the host sat at the head of the table. It was only polite for one conversation to occur at any given time, that conversation always including the host. While FancyPants was obediently listening to a lecture on the importance of remote properties in the forest, he looked down the table.

Fleur looked up from her meal, seeing that he was staring at her. She blushed, looking away and hiding behind the curtain of her mane. She looked back, seeing that he'd diverted his gaze, but not his attention. The stallion looked back to her, smiling with a quick wink before returning to his conversation.

Upper Crust smiled, resting her hoof on Fleur's thigh excitedly. Fleur looked to her friend, who in turn gave her a silly and knowing smirk. As the party ended, Upper Crust sought Fleur De Lis out from the crowd, rushing to her side and gossiping. "You like him! This is completely obscene, he's royalty!" Fleur shook her head, trying not to listen to what Upper Crust was blabbering about as Jet Set confirmed her words.

Fleur rolled her eyes, blushing. She was standing on the front porch, their carriage not too far away. "I don't..." Fleur stopped speaking, realizing that FancyPants was just behind her. He'd been waiting for a gap in which he'd be able to catch her attention.

FancyPants adjusted his monocle, thinking momentarily. "I truly am sorry, Fleur. It would seem I didn't provide you enough of my time for us to be properly introduced." He looked back inside, quickly looking back to the super model. "Would you do me the honor of returning tomorrow for luncheon?" The curls of his blue mane fell across his face, strands that he swiftly and gently raked back into place.

Upper Crust stepped forward, speaking on behalf of the silent mare. "We'd be delighted to return, FancyPants." Fleur stayed silent, looking from her friend to the stallion.

FancyPants shifted awkwardly on his hooves, knowing that he'd made a mistake. "Oh, I'm so sorry. My invitation was exclusively extended to Fleur on this occasion." Upper Crust took an offended step back, silently chuckling under her breath and nodding as if the mistake didn't embarrass her.

Fleur De Lis liked his directness, but at the same time, she had much more important things to worry about than lunch. Nevertheless, she replied to him. "I'd be delighted, FancyPants."

Fleur climbed into the carriage with an envious and silent Upper Crust and Jet Set, the carriage soon lurching forward and departing from the ended party. As the carriage rolled slowly down his long and straight drive, Fleur De Lis looked out the opera window, seeing the body of a white stallion standing in the same place she had left him; he stood there, watching her go away, into the night.

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