A woman in the courtyard

Aragon had entered an inner courtyard, where he saw a woman and men sitting in front of her. Despite the throngs of men vying for her attention, she remained indifferent, her face set in a cold and faint smile. Aragon found himself drawn to her, his curiosity piqued by her enigmatic presence.

"What is your name?" he asked, breaking the silence that surrounded her. The other men turned their attention to him, but she remained aloof as if his words were a mere whisper in the wind. All of them returned to their previous state and the men were trying their luck.