Blood on The Marble Floor.

You can say the confidence that the Pharaoh was having right now as he walked through the hallways, made him ignorant to all the stares and gossiping that was running around him like the air. 

And there was nothing worse for secrecy than gossip, it travels miles before you even know it. And the fact that he was wearing the official clothing of Kemet wasn't helping at all in keeping his identity a secret. 

Azar was walking a step behind him stealing glances at the people that were stopping mid their way to observe this weird spectacle that was happening in the palace. But he noticed that none noticed who he was. Like who was going to guess that this is the Emperor of Kemet appearing out of thin air half-way across the world?