The next morning, Penelope shifted comfortably in her bed as she began to stir. The knight sighed, feeling reluctant to get up as she was quite comfortable. She was also reluctant because of the anxiousness she felt about facing the king. Meeting Toreus was still fresh in her mind and his words of warning rang through her head as she thought about what she was going to say. If she had just chosen to meet with the king on her own terms, perhaps it would have been quite as nerve wracking but since this was a request made by a god, the weight on her shoulders felt quite heavy.

"I hope you're not planning to stay in bed all day." John mumbled from across the room as he stood up from his own bed. 

She sighed and slowly pushed herself to sit up. "No.. I was just thinking.." she replied as she reluctantly moved to get up.

John studied her for a moment. "About telling the king to back out of the war?" he asked. She nodded silently and John crossed his arms over his chest. "The gods are on your side. I'm sure it will go fine."

"They might be on my side but that doesn't mean they're going to help." Penelope pointed out. She shifted a bit uneasily and looked over at her father. "You've dealt with him quite a bit, right? Do you have any tips about how I could convince him?"

"Unfortunately I have." John grumbled then shrugged his shoulder. "My tip would be to target what he cares about... Which is money and power from what I know. Surely the war is costing him quite a bit after all so go after that and keep confident." Her father paused and gave her a stern look. "And be careful around him, Penelope... I don't think he has anything to gain from you aside from a normal status report but I'd still advise never letting your guard down around him. That man is a viper."

She met her father's gaze and gave a small, feeling a bit unsettled by his words of warning. She knew her father had never been particularly fond of Albin but he was getting a bit more vocal about it than she was used to. Perhaps it was because of being reminded of Albin's past or because of her involvement with his estranged son. Regardless, the knight figured it was likely best to keep her father's words in mind when it came to speaking with the man. 

Once they were both ready, John lead the way through the castle back up to the viceroy's room where Crow was staying. It seem he intended to go over a bit of information with both of them about their stay in the castle and since Penelope would likely be leaving at some point to speak with the king, he wanted to get over with quickly. He knocked on the door and then stepped inside. The older knight's gaze fell on Crow and his small feast. "Morning." he muttered as he stepped into the room. 

Penelope walked in after him and closed the door behind her. As she turned to look at Crow, she smirked noticing the king had arranged for another big spread. "Morning. I see the king is still making sure you're 'well fed'."