[h3][color=0054a6][center]~Nebet~[/center][/color][/h3]

In a room not far from where the officials had gathered to greet their new Pharaoh, was a kneeling woman dressed in a simple, white dress with relatively plain golden adornments. At her knees laid what appeared to be a simple, long metal pole with a fan at the end painted with gold and rich blue colors. Her eyes were closed, breathing was even and one might make the mistake of thinking she was sleeping in quite an odd fashion.

[i]"ALL HAIL PHARAOH AMENHOTEP!"[/i]

The chant from the officials were quite loud, enough to reach her ears causing her to frown in slight displeasure. Really, now wasn't an exact moment for prayer or communing with the Gods, but she felt like she would need some guidance from the protector of Tombs. After all, today was the day. The day her life basically died. Ugh. She [i]really[/i] didn't want to be here. She wasn't particularly interested in politics of any sort, especially serving some Pharaoh she had no knowledge of. Well, she had been making sure to 'read up' on him as one might say. She was going to be serving him from now on, so she had to at least know him somewhat. 

A pampered royal child that was exiled after the murder of the Queen. Honestly, Nebet was expecting an arrogant brat that she'd have to look after. She had no interest in such things and had half a mind to simply leave - but she had been asked by the Head Priest to ensure the Pharaoh would have someone of upstanding Moral and Lawful standing to advise him. The priestess would be remiss to tell him she wouldn't. She owed him more than a little. She'd have suffered the worst fate a soul could be given had it not been for him - to be devoured by Ammit.

She opened her eyes slowly. 

Nothing.

No guidance to be had. Lord Anubis was as silent as ever...as much as she found comfort in religion, there were many things she had yet to fully understand. She doubted she would ever understand things completely, but she would try regardless. If she didn't then what was left for her? Her parents wanted nothing to do with her after what she had done, and after death she would simple be...gone. Sighing, she stood, picking up the ceremonial object at her knees. She supposed now was the time to go greet the new Pharaoh, wasn't it? With a serious expression, she made her way back to the other Viziers - Iaret would likely be coming to find them quite soon.

Nebet arrived just in time, to have Iaret collect them. The priestess for the most part remained quiet, sandals making light footsteps upon the floor as she tried to reign in a small bit of apprehension and instead listen to the possible chattering of the other soon to be Viziers, as well as any of the other officials. Eavesdropping was not exactly polite...but it had been the most difficult habit of hers to break. It seemed many of the officials were quite concerned about someone accompanying the Pharaoh...

Soon enough, they were led to Amenhotep room where he was waiting for them. 

This was her first time seeing the Pharaoh, and this had most certainly not been what she had been expecting. She had been expecting him to be young to be sure, but he looked...well, there was a certain naivety about him. As Iaret explained who they were, he said he already had someone - Zamonth to be his 'Vizier', to which, the old scribe Aperel responded in quite the rude manner...just in time for this Zamonth to overhear him.

Aside from the rather funny comedic timing, this was not going to go well. Judging from this foreigners reply, Aperel hadn't been too off about his assessment of his personality. However, it was also rather apparent the young Pharaoh put a bit of trust him Zanmoth. Making enemies with him would likely result in less trust overall for both the Viziers and only shove a wedge between them, which could only sow seeds of distrust and chaos later. Nebet's personal opinion of Zamonth aside...

[color=0054a6]"Now Aperel,"[/color] Nebet turned her head towards the older gentleman. [color=0054a6]"While I am certain your years of experience are invaluable, treating a guest of the Pharaoh with such rudeness is quite disrespectful. This...foreigner, Zamonth, is obviously someone Pharaoh Amenhotep has quite a lot of trust in."[/color] She spoke in an even and polite, but firm tone. [color=0054a6]"It will serve no purpose to antagonize or be rude. We are all here to serve, so we should make an attempt to at least resolve things between ourselves with civility."[/color] Finished speaking, she turns her head towards Zamonth. Trying to use intimidation...it was quite an obvious ploy she had seen multiple times in her past. Using ones impressive physical form to try to bully others. While effective at times she had started to find such displays to be rather...crude, and the method of fools who couldn't resolve things peacefully.

[color=0054a6]"However, Zamonth,"[/color] She stared up at the large man before Aperel could offer any sort of rebuttal, her stern gaze narrowing slightly in displeasure though her voice was still calm and even. She wouldn't be intimidated so easily by him. [color=0054a6]"I can not say exactly why you were not summoned - but you are not a Vizier and this meeting was for us to meet the Pharaoh. I doubt that anyone was attempting to insult you, this meeting simply was not one you were privy too because you are not needed. While it might be true that you are skilled in combat...the Pharaoh needs people who know how things are run here. Viziers are more than guards - we are here to advise the Pharaoh how best to rule, and carry out his orders. Resorting to threats of violence and insults towards us will earn you no love among the Viziers or other Officials."[/color] She turned her gaze to the Pharaoh, taking a step away from the group, bowing.

[color=0054a6]"Forgive this humble Priestess for speaking out of turn, Pharaoh. I mean no insult in speaking against your friend, I merely wish to inform and avoid conflict if possible. I am Nebet, Priestess of Anubis who was tasked with instructing you in the ways of the Law and guide you in perhaps more...personal matters that can not be so easily defined by them."[/color]