Candlelight filled the Tower of Seven with a trembling golden glow, casting shadows that stretched across the stone walls. In the center of the tower, you knelt, whispering prayers to the Stranger and the Mother, eyes closed in devotion. Calmness surrounded him, until he felt a presence behind him, heavy and dark, that almost took his breath away.

"So it is true? Maegor's nephew, prostrate before gods who will never answer his prayers."

Maegor's deep, rough voice broke the silence, with a hint of mockery and disdain. "It is for them that you kneel here, in the tower of the Seven, when you could be in my court," Maegor continued, stepping closer, his shadow covering you. The closeness was suffocating; I could feel the weight of the dragon in his words, the latent threat in every step he took.