Captain Potiphar was proud to claim @alandofmyown.bsky.social as his.

Beautiful, but *Evil*… - Married to @liveinstyle.bsky.social - Spoilt and gets what he wants - 24 years old - Fake - Parody - RP - AU/Crossovers welcome - 25+ Writer

@alandofmyown.bsky.social “Yosef?” he called out from his quarters.

Potiphar lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, as he let the early morning sun wash over him.

@alandofmyown.bsky.social Potiphar watched the sunset from the opening in his living quarter’s external wall, enjoying the purple hues emanating over the desert sand. He knew that, once darkness came, he and Yosef would be able to begin the Seder that the young man had spent all day preparing for.

@alandofmyown.bsky.social “Good evening, Yosef.”

@alandofmyown.bsky.social Over the coming days, Potiphar was strict in his routine with Yosef. Straight after lunch, the young man would come to his quarters and they would work on recalling and scribing the symbols accurately. After a week, he stopped Yosef whilst he served him his food. "Yosef?"

@alandofmyown.bsky.social The next day, Potiphar passed Yosef - who was helping Hurriya prepare lunch, chopping vegetables in the kitchen. "I would like to begin your lessons in hieroglyphics this afternoon. Come to my quarters when you are finished with lunch and we shall start. Alright?"

@alandofmyown.bsky.social The next morning, he sent word via his Head of Household that he wished for Yosef to come to his office once he had risen and washed.

A man of very few cares. One of Egypt's millionaires. Made a fortune buying shares in pyramids. - Slave owner. - Passionate about people, politics and power. - Fake - Parody - RP - AU/Crossovers welcome - 25+ Writer