It was my fifth day as Prince Blueblood, which meant that I was currently in a walk-in closet searching for something to wear to Lady Fleur De Lis's art exhibit.
I can't look too casual, it is a high-class art exhibit after all, but I also can't look like I'm taking it too seriously.
I need to look important, but not too important. High-class but not too high-class.
And so I decided to go with a sky blue knitted scarf and a grey cardigan, both made by one of the best tailors in the nation.
Going for a smart-casual look mixed with the high-class appeal of custom design and the seasonal clothes of early fall.
Celestia was eating breakfast by herself, Her sister was sleeping off her tiredness from using her magic the night prior, and she hasn't seen her nephew yet.
It was when she lifted one of the breakfast muffins that she had the cooks make, that her cutie patootie little treasure walked into the dining room, dressed to impress.
"Auntie! I didn't expect to see you here so late, it's already ten, shouldn't Day Court have started by now?" He asked her while adjusting the small enchanted bag he was carrying, able to hold inside of it more than five times its size.
"It's Saturday, Court doesn't start till twelve today," She said before passing him a pecan and banana muffin.
"Thank you," He said as he picked up the muffin with his magic and took a seat in front of her.
The duo ate their breakfast in a comfortable silence that was broken when Celestia finished her food.
"Where are you going dressed like that?" She asked Blueblood, her eyes looking over his new outfit.
Blueblood looked down at the clothes he was wearing before turning to look at Her with a small grin on his lips.
"This? I was invited to the Special Art Exhibit hosted by Fleur De Lis at the art museum, I wanted to dress for the occasion," He told her, "I can't just go to an Art Exhibit wearing nothing, can I? I don't want my own Art to steal the spotlight,"
Celestia took a moment to think over what he said, before bursting out laughing.
"Yes yes very funny, I know. I worked on it all night," He said cheekily, which only made the princess of sunlight laugh louder.
Celestia then decided to grab him from across the small table between them, pulling Blueblood into the crook of her neck, and hugging him tightly like a life-sized stallion-shaped doll.
"I am so proud of you for helping me out lately," She whispered into his ear, causing him to freeze in her embrace.
"What are you talking about, Auntie?" He asked shakily, trying to turn his head to look at her face.
"Nothing, now stop moving, Mama needs to recharge," She told him and leaned onto his body, forcing Blueblood to stand up from his chair in order to stop Celestia from falling onto the table between them.
She had a pleased smile all the while.
The Canterlot Museum of Arts and Literature.
The building was built roughly eighty years ago by an artistic architect who wanted a place to showcase and preserve modern artworks.
Maybe that's why the building is shaped like a layered wedding cake, four stories tall, and each floor is smaller than the one below it.
Doesn't really scream Modern art but who am I to judge, it was built so long ago that if this was back on earth, Grant Wood would still be considered modern.
But I am not here for the Museum itself or its history, I am here on the invitation of Fleur De Lis, who most likely didn't expect for me to come seeing how the Prince didn't really participate in such public outings, even among the high-class.
Time for that to change.
"Fancy Pants, is everybody here?" The white and pink unicorn model asked her husband as they both stood in the lobby of the museum, ready to start a tour of the exhibit the two of them prepared, showcasing the different artworks they had ponies from small towns and villages send over to them.
The Exhibit for today was to showcase the art of those who lived basic lives, a chance for them to showcase their art to the top of the nation, something that would usually be impossible for those who live outside of large cities like Neigh-York or cities of cultural significance like Canterlot.
"I do believe that everyone we expected to come has arrived, shall we begin?" The White Unicorn gentleman said as he readjusted the cuffs on the suit he always seemed to wear in public.
"Of course," Fleur De Lis said before clearing her throat and gaining everyone's attention, "Excuse me, but we would like to start soon, there won't be any bathroom breaks for at least the next hour, so if anypony needs to go then- and there they go," Four of the ponies in the lobby went towards the bathroom.
When they returned, Fleur continued, "As I was saying, The tour will continue for the next hour or so, We will showcase these works of art that have arrived for today, Are there any questions before we begin?" Fleur finished before taking a peek at her husband who subtly nodded his head at her.
There were several hushed murmurs among the crowd of the one percent, but no questions were raised.
"Very well, let us start the tour," Fleur smiled before walking into the art gallery section of the museum, where the exhibit was waiting.
"So far none of the artworks has caught my interest," One of the ponies told his wife, who nodded her head in agreement.
"Yes, if somepony told me earlier that these works were from the country, I wouldn't have came at all,"
More murmurs of those kind started to sound in the gallery as the ponies looked at the paintings and statues before them.
One was a filly's drawing of a pine tree, another was a wooden chair painted green and covered with small pebbles.
One canvas was almost entirely blank except for a single red stain in the middle.
That is to say, none of the works were good.
Hidden among the crowd, Blueblood sighed silently in boredom. Nopony noticed his arrival, there was no interesting artwork to look at.
Heck! Blueblood doesn't even like art!
"The whole reason I'm here is to look good to the rest of the upper class, mingle with the top as it were, but this is soooooooo boring!" He thought to himself as he looked at an oil painting of a valley. It wasn't an ugly thing , but it also wasn't something he could see becoming as well-known as a Van Gogh, or even a Dali.
Seeing as the crowd was moving on to another part of the gallery, nobody keeping their eyes on him, Blueblood smirked and walked off, away from the gallery and into the museum proper.
"Boys, The job is simple, we wear these maintenance uniforms and walk in with these boxes of tools," A Pony wearing a reflective yellow vest told three other similar ponies as they stood in an alley across the street from the museum.
"We walk in, unscrew the case protecting The Dreamer, and leave with the painting. No time for questions, let's move," And with that, the group of three Earth Ponies and a Pegasus crossed the street, carrying boxes, a bucket, a mop, and a sign for a wet floor.
Intent on leaving the museum 300 million bits richer.