Once you were the highlight of the hunt, not even called to restraint by the King, for he too marveled at your skill with the bow. A position of such high regard, but somewhere along the line you realised what your spoils would really feed. Greed. And you could not abide by that. You could not be the one to blame for such inequality, and perhaps more prominently could not be the one to stew in such inaction. It was not the first time you had stolen, and, as with all the other times, could not be claimed as theft to your mind. Not when you were simply righting a wrong, and not when you were the one who had caught the beast.
Soon enough another found fault in it, and another, and another, notably those with jealousy against you more than this one act. And while the Queen placed herself beside your plight, only this once could you be excused. And so you found a place that better suited you, a cause more just. Although many years have passed, you find yourself again in service to the elite. You see there’s nowhere safer nor secretive for such a valued girl as Pandora than in the company of those who would steal from her family. You have to give some credit if credit must be due. Or maybe you should have seized the chance to bargain for your cause, but instead you did agree to protect the younger girl. It’s always been your nature, to hold innocent creatures dear and make the guilty pay.