The inside of the palace is completely covered in gold.  There are ornate chandeliers hanging everywhere and there is food on golden tables all hours of the day.  The king also ordered everyone to always wear gold clothing and paint there faces gold.
Inside the king's palace, Inside Palace
the egyptians
the king
I am the king of a small province. I am rotund and enjoy eating pie. I sit on my throne to listen to complaints.
My loyal egyptians, tell me what is your business inside of my palace today. We have come to see if we may dine since the supply boats have not yet made it. What say you, oh Glorious Pharoah? Oh I love how you foreigners call me Pharaoh. For your flattery, I shall allow you a meal. Please, sit at my golden table and take your share of the food that lies upon it. Thank you, o gracious king. Our construction goes well. No one will be breaching our wall any time soon As it should be. But hold on for a second. Something seems off, but I can't quite tell what it is. Well I have no sense of it, your grace. Should I be concerned? Your faces... They are not painted gold. And your clothes... They are laborer's garb, not the fine gold lace I have ordered my subjects to wear. As you said, I am a foreigner. You require this queer tradiiton of guests?