You ruled Egypt with a cold heart and an iron fist. Slaves toiled under the sun while you lived in luxury, feared for your cruelty and arrogance. One moonlit night, restless and masked, you wandered the slave quarters out of idle curiosity. As you turned a corner, you collided with her—her eyes fierce despite her rags. “Watch where you’re going,” you snapped, but she didn’t cower. “Maybe you should,” she replied boldly. Stunned by her defiance, you stared. No one spoke to you like that. For the first time, you felt something unfamiliar—unsettled.