“Eat,” he said. “I’m going to get the king’s chief advisor, Sim Daemastra.” Hale stiffened at this, his hand frozen in the act of popping a grape in his mouth. Sim Daemastra was here? It didn’t surprise him, but somehow, he had still harbored some futile hope that he wouldn’t have to see the man. “You know him,” Marius said.
yeah he's the creepy bastard that wants something with his mum
