Dear Sansa, I have followed with enthusiasm the course of your disgrace and public shaming. My own never bothered me except for the inconvenience of being incarcerated, but you may lack perspective. In our discussions down in the dungeon it was apparent to me that your father, the dead lord of Winterfell, figures largely in your value system. I think your success in putting an end to Prince Joffrey's career as a courtier pleased you most because you could imagine your father being pleased. But now, alas, you're in bad odour with the Lannisters. Do you imagine your daddy being shamed by your disgrace? Do you see him in his stone tomb with a sword on his knees crushed by your failure; a sorry, petty end of a promising career? What is worst about this humiliation Sansa? Is it how your failure will reflect on your mommy and daddy? Is your worst fear that people will now and forever believe they were indeed just good old traitor blood wildling bait grumpkin trash and that perhaps you are too? By the way I couldn't help noticing on the Lannister's rather dull public notice board that I have been hoisted from the King's justice of the common criminal and elevated to the more prestigious 10 Most Hunted list. Is this coincidence, or are you back on the case? If so, goody goody, cause I need to come out of retirement and return to public life. I imagine you sitting in a dark crypt bent over papers and sealing wax. Is that accurate? Please tell me truly, Lady Stark. Regards, your old pal Hannibal Lecter, H.M. P.S. Clearly this new assignment is not your choice rather I suppose it is a part of the bargain but you accepted it Sansa. Your job is to craft my doom. So I am not sure how well I should wish you but I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun. Tata, H.