When the throne came into view, Æn'kae took both it and the woman sitting on it into view. Everyone who knew him, knew he was a nervous person, but some of them had seen the shift to ice. And the combination of the sense of cruelty from this stranger and being told to kneel? Ie. That did it in an instant. He arched an eyebrow upwards, crossing his arms over his chest. As he did this, the strange armor-like uniform he wore outweighed the overrobe in its presence. "And who are you," he asked, tonelessly.