Sekmeht strode confidently down a hall of the palace. Everything was inlaid with gold and appeared to be extremely expensive, which it was. She resisted the urge to scowl as she spotted a delicately sculpted pot inlaid with many patterns and designs. The cost of such a trivial thing could feed five large families for a week at least! She hated the Pharaoh, hated him with a passion. He was corrupt and she wished nothing more than to see him fall.
All she needed was to contact the resistance. She already knew a few slaves that would be willing to take up arms against the pharaoh, Ra knows why more of them weren't of the same opinion!

Karasu walked meekly through the halls of the palace, limping slightly from a beating. She knew that she shouldn't have been so stupid but she just had to open her mouth and get herself in trouble. She regretted it and deserved the punishment. She winced as a particularly sore bruise throbbed on her upper right arm.
There was no time to think about that now. She had to get to the kitchens and take Pharaoh's meal to him or he would be angry. She did not want to lose her chance. It was an honour to be a part of the palace staff and she would not waste the Ra-given gift.