With a loud bang the door of the throne room was open and a boy and a man were standing there.

The boy had midnight-blue hair, pale skin and one red eye – the other eye was covered by an eye patch. He wasn't wearing clothes that you would usually see in Westeros, a white shirt, a black tie and dark-blue trousers and a jacket. His shoes were black and had small heels.

The man had black hair, even paler skin and shining red eyes. He was taller than the boy and he too was wearing strange clothes: black jacket and trousers with a white shirt and black tie. He was smiling brightly, whilst the boy was frowning.

"Give up the throne and I might not kill you." The boy told in a loud voice.

King Joffrey, in all his red and gold glory, laughed his cold laugh out loud and replied. "You, boy, are the one who's going to die if you don't bend your knee to me."

Sansa, who was standing between the large pillars surrounding the Iron Throne, gazed at the boy and she was surprized that he didn't even flinch, instead he smirked lightly.

Tyrion was standing next to Joffrey and moved away, he knew that if this boy had gotten in here without injuries then the odds were that he was going to get what he came here for.

"Nephew, just surrender." Tyrion tried, but his nephew, the king, merely chuckled obviously unaware of the danger he was in.

The dark-haired boy looked up at the man next to him and ordered. "Sebastian, kill the king and anyone who try to stop you."

The man, now known as Sebastian, smiled and bowed. "Yes, my lord." He took a few steps towards the throne and there were already knights with their swords out surrounding him.

Sebastian revealed shining, silver knives and didn't even put any effort in throwing them into the knights, killing each of them quickly. Soon enough there was blood coating the floor.

The man looked up at Joffrey with the same smile and tilted his head.

"Kill him!" The boy yelled. When Sebastian didn't react the boy glared. "I order you to kill him, now."

A knife flew straight into Joffrey's left eye, he was instantly dead. Sebastian smiled, threw the king's – now ex-king's – body onto the floor and moved to the boy.

The boy was carried to the throne and he sat down.

"If anyone else if going to defy me, just step up. I'll be sure to grant you a swift death." He smirked, his eye moving over the crowd. His gaze stopped on Tyrion, whose heart skipped a beat, this boy gave him the creeps. "Don't you perhaps wish to revenge your nephew's death?"

Tyrion shook his head, whilst Cersei screamed. "You bastard! How dare you kill my son!"

"Don't come and tell me you have never killed anyone." The boy gave the ex-king's mother a harsh look, silencing her immediately.

"If I may ask, your Grace." It was Lord Petyr Baelish who spoke, his voice even and calm. He didn't seem to care that the floor was covered in blood and stepped into it without a second thought. "Who are you?"

"Ciel Phantomhive." Was the reply, the boy looked at Littlefinger cautiously, before addressing everyone. "Now, if you'd all be so nice as to introduce yourselves to me." It wasn't a plea or a request, it was an order.

"My name is Petyr Baelish, I deal with the financials of the king." He bowed and smiled up at the new king.

Tyrion was next, he staggered in front of Ciel, bowing as much as his little form allowed. "Tyrion Lannister, the previous king's Hand."

"Sansa Stark." The girl bowed politely and continued. "Fiancée of the previous king."

It was Cersei who continued, even though reluctantly. "Cersei Lannister. The previous king's mother."

Soon enough Ciel knew everyone in the room. "Make sure that everyone in Westeros knows that they have a new king. A better and kinder king."