Tired from the night before, she had slept in a bit later than usual and wasn't even bothered enough by the soft morning light that seeped into her room to get up. She just pulled her blanket up over her head and settled comfortably in the warmth and darkness. Eventually though the sound of her door opening stirred the knight. Penelope poked her head out from under her blankets and squinted her eyes as she looked to see who had entered. Her gaze soon focused on the figure of her father who stepped over to place something down on the table by her bed. 

"Good, you're here." John mumbled crossing his arms over his chest as he eyed her. "Everything fixed?"

Penelope sat up, rubbing her eyes drowsily. "Yeah... All the jewelry is where it belongs.." she mumbled. 

"Uh huh... And nothing went awry?"

Penelope paused and looked over at her father. "Not really... is something going awry?" she asked with a frown. 

"Partially." John grumbled. "Adam demanded to know who the guards were, claiming to be attacked the night before. Seems he found out that they were dismissed by you on an order from the 'king'. He's been making a scene all morning."

"Great." Penelope groaned and ran a hand through her hair. "Crow was in the process of putting everything back when Adam tried to attack him. He.. might have knocked him out then... But it shouldn't be anything to worry about right?" She looked up at her father hopefully. "He doesn't have any evidence and anything he does have incriminates him too doesn't it?"

"Except for the bump on his head that he demanded Eldon look at." John pointed out. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long exhale. "Just be careful with what you say today... I have a feeling he might be blaming you for this. And whether he's realized your real involvement or not won't matter if he's already got a bone to pick with you."

Penelope nodded her head. It was a rather poor start to the morning to find out this information but at least it seemed like her and Crow were still in the clear for now. They'd just have to make sure Fischbach didn't find a way to cause them anymore trouble while he complained about being attacked. Her gaze drifted over to the table and she eyed what seemed to be a small stack of letters. "What are these?" she asked. 

"Your mail." John replied with a shrug. "Came in this morning."

Immediately her worry about the situation was gone and replaced by a mixture of excitement and anxiousness as she looked down at the letters. She picked up the small stack in her hand and ran her thumb over the seal of the first one. She had finally gotten responses—albeit two were likely just from Gavin and Olivia—and was unsure how to feel. While she was eager to read what was written, she also worried that they'd be letters of protest against her rather than letters of support for her campaign. 

"Breakfast is going to stop being served soon so you should read them later." John advised. "Get your boots on so we can go."

Penelope blinked and then nodded her head in agreement. With no guard duty that day, she'd be free to spend her time looking over the letters she received as well as writing new ones to the list of nobles that Jonathan had given her. There was no reason to rush into it quite yet. With that in mind, she carefully put the letters away in her pocket and slipped on her boots before moving to follow her father out of the room.