A/N: I had a sad spell the other day and wrote this. It's uber short but I did my best and I want to see what you guys think. This is my first one-shot so I'm a bit unsure of it. Anyways, read on!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own King Arthur or anything to do with it.
Two Points Of View
I don't understand, why does Daddy bring different women home every night? He believes me to lay asleep when he comes home late from the Pub. Lady Dawn has already left the house to go to her own home. But, I don't sleep. How can I sleep when those horrid sounds of Daddy's betrayal seep through the walls? He says he loved Mommy with all of his heart. That is not what I see. I see my beloved Daddy proving himself otherwise. Then, after the woman has left, he sits in a chair, his head in his hands. I can hear his soft sobs, his body shaking. I don't understand. Why is Daddy crying?
My wife, my love, now lays below the ground I walk on. The pain is almost too great for me to bear but I must bear it for my daughter. She is the only reason I live now. I feel as if I am betraying my wife, bringing home all of these women. I cannot help it. That moment of ecstasy drowns out the sorrow and the pain that I feel. The alcohol does not seem to work – it only makes it worse. I wish I could be the best father for my daughter but I know I will never come close. I can't help but weep every night in the dark for my loss and the failure I am as a father. I vowed to exist for nothing but my daughter and that is how it shall be.