The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the hills of Grafen, illuminating the open site where the new House of Roses was to be built. Four women stood together, gazing at the vast expanse before them, each lost in thought as they imagined what their new home would look like. The breeze was soft, carrying the scent of the nearby forest, and in the distance, the silhouette of Lyan's castle loomed like a silent guardian. The laughter of nearby villagers echoed faintly, the sound of new life and prosperity blossoming in the Barony.