There already sat a small structure built at the mouth of Blackwater bay, though it bore no name. The structure, with no more than four roofs and old, stained walls, was just called 'the Blackwater's ramparts'. Within a day of taking Duskendale, and the assimilation of its own nearby or reliant houses, Elaena had taken stock on everything that fell in her domain. The ramparts, though small in size, hadn't been lost on her. Already, Elaena was having them expanded—built into something more their old, lackluster shell.
The structure being built would be Elaena's southernmost holdfast in the newly-captured Stormlands. However, when the keep she ordered was finished, it would be the most impressive of her mainland holds. She had taken it upon herself to visit the construction every few days, as she tried to keep an eye on her developing projects. Today it was time for another visit to the westernmost tip of Blackwater bay, and her work on the ramparts.
Already, there had been a Targaryen warship lurking in the bay, overseeing the defense and supplies for the construction. Elaena hadn't sailed west with the ship, but instead met up with it from above. With an ear splitting screech, Balerion descended on the boat. His talons dug into its bow, his weight threatening to capsize the vessel, but it remained steady. Wearing yet another of her thick, regal gowns, this one a brilliant red with black trimming, Elaena slid from her mount's saddle.
She had sent for a galley to fetch Lanna from Dragonstone earlier, though had left strict instructions not to tell her who summoned her. It had been long enough, Elaena figured Lanna should be arriving at her ship within minutes. The boat lurched once more, this time to right itself Balerion departed. She smiled to herself, witnessing the large scars his talons dug into the hull. Ser Iian Velaryon, the commander of her navies, would be less than pleased about the beast's damage.
The young lady dressed in soft colored satin robes, which lightly bounced around her body when she walked. The day was shining enough to bare her shoulders and allow skin to be exposed among the favorable weather. The sunlight warmed while the breeze cooled. She walked along the docks of the place, escorted by a soldier unfamiliar to her. She had been summoned by an unnamed individual, but she knew those with the power to summon were among few people actually interested in her. She expected Elaena Targaryen.
Her suspicions were proved to be correct, when she witnessed the woman's dragon fly out from behind a ledge of jagged rocks. The powerful beast would always inflict a sense of unease inside the pit of her stomach, but the novelty was steadily wearing off. She and her escort found themselves stepping onto a grand ship, humming with hardworking business executed by the crew. Elaena stood straight and imposing before the girl.
"Lady Targaryen." She gave a stiff curtsy. "It is a pleasure to visit with you on such a beautiful day. How may I be of your service?"
Lanna had a dim smile resting on her face, ready to go about whatever task the woman asked of her. She was after all, growing restless within the castle walls.
Weeks into her rule, things felt smoother than ever for Elaena. Obstacles that presented themselves were quickly cleared away, and her conquest of Westeros had bequeathed more even than she anticipated. The chief share of credit owed for her success went to the host of advisors that stood beside her. She had military advisors, men who had served in wars back in Essos and Valyria. She had experts of coin, who cautioned her how to spend, and consciences stewards who advised her on food and other supplies. However, one of the most unexpected sources the queen turned to for advice was a young bastard girl from the Vale.
The girl captured Elaena's attention at first meeting, and continued to maintain her interest. It helped that she was ambitious, and had deep stores of knowledge about this land, as well as a thirst to learn more. She'd had concepts of Westeros explained to her in one take by Lanna, where her Valyrian advisors couldn't achieve the same in half a dozen attempts.
She caught sight of her visitor approaching, and silently reveled that Lanna's time on Dragonstone had influenced her attire. She was dressed far more elegantly than when they'd first met, and walked with growing confidence.
"A pleasure to see you as well, Lanna," Elaena replied with a lilting cheerfulness. It had a certain chaotic note to it, but much of Elaena's speech did. "Tell me, your bastard name Stone tells of a high-born father, yes?" She knew the answer, but she was leading Lanna there now.