When the world looked at Raquel Blanchefleur, they saw a silly, precocious nobleman's daughter - seventeen, effortlessly beautiful, and carelessly carefree. Raquel liked it that way. It was a mask she wore well, and it hid a clever, clinical and ambitious soul. Barely a week went past when she wasn't invited to a ball or a dinner or a soiree at one or another of the city's most eminent resident's mansions. They wanted to wed her, bed her, or - so unimaginatively, she thought - win favour with her father. None of them suspected when, in the ensuing days, they were robbed of all the valuables they held so dear, that the vapid little Blanchefleur girl had spent those evenings mentally planning break-in after thrilling break-in...
Va'al Ta'Nen