Petyr Baelish began reading the message with great happiness which quickly turned to distress towards the end. Stannis Baratheon was indeed dead. Not that he could have gotten anywhere, but the confirmation of his death was always good to have. Another plan of his, however, was ruined. Sansa Stark had escaped Winterfell. She had nowhere else to go but to her bastard brother, Jon Snow. He had hoped that she would have used his lessons to heart and taken control of the North from within. Reality, however, had been very different. He didn't know what happened exactly, but her screams were heard over the whole of Winterfell every night. Sansa Stark was most probably ruined and even if she did survive, she was either broken, or angry and bitter. He had seen what happened to women when they broke first-hand in his whorehouses, after all, and they had all lost their lustre. A regrettable thing, but maybe there was still use in her, and she did look very much like her mother.