The Death Knight looked at her through the helmet. After a moment, he seemed to decide that arguing the point with his charge wasn't worth the effort. She was the princess, after all, and as long as her father was Archnecromancer, he was sworn to protect and obey her - though the first took precedence over the second. That said, removing his helmet did not infringe on his ability to protect her, in a noncombat situation such as this. Not that his guard was even remotely down. 

Reaching up his hands, he removed his helmet, tucking it under one arm. His face, as could be expected of someone who lived in the Kingdom, was pale, his eyes black - constantly moving, looking around, searching for escape routes and searching for danger with every second. His hair was a rather bland brown, and cut short to best accommodate his helmet. He had a scar running along the left side of his face. 

"Captain Sir Kyran ith Neshkar. At your service."