Question of Vanity
Every once in a while, Wyldon thought about it and it bothered him.
He pretended it didn't, because he knew it was stupid to care about. He only did his duty and he didn't regret that. The lives of the royal children were worth far more than his vanity.
Of course, being a knight gave him plenty of other scars too. As his careers progressed, his self-conscious moments happened less and less and less. Still those moments came, at sporadic and often inconvenient moments. They came when it was just him and his thoughts
Scars were what it meant, he figured. Scars were what being a knight meant. Taking the pain made you stronger; it made you a better knight. There were more important things at stake than physical appearances and it was absolutely ridiculous that he even thought about that.
Anyway, he had three beautiful daughters and a beautiful wife who loved him despite everything. His scars mattered to none of them.
His vanity defied logic though, and he would feel ugly if he kept thinking about it.
So he wouldn't. He would find something to distract him, and pretended that he never thought these thoughts. While a part of him felt self-conscious, the other part of him was ashamed for even thinking these thoughts in the first place. Instead of trying to nullify these thoughts, he pushed them away and performed his duty.
Because there were more important things than his vanity. Because no one else really cared about the scars anyway, so he shouldn't (they only cared how well he performed his job, so that's what he should be focusing on. Because… It was, after all, just a scar.
Okay so I know this was really short, but luckily it's allowed to be. So, a different view of Wyldon… Anyway, please read and review (and vote for my entry, if you can!).