Sansa: Peter, did you know about Ramsay?
Littlefinger: I swear Sansa, I had no idea. My bad.
Sansa:
Littlefinger: I wanna make it up to you though.
Sansa: I'm a Bolton now so I need my husband killed so I can be freed politically, and make another marriage alliance.
Littlefinger: A marriage alliance with whom?
Sansa: Put your army in Jon Snow's hands and when Ramsay is dead, I'll give you what you been
Littlefinger:
...............
Give my army to Jon Snow?
Sansa: What you know about leading an army?
Ramsay flays his enemies. You sure you wanna even be close to that?
Littlefinger:
Sansa: Jon is Lord Commander, he can't have titles or land so he's only leading the army. I'm sending my bodyguard to find Arya. As soon as Jon
Winterfell, me and you can install Rickon as King of the North, we'll marry Arya to Robin, I'll give you what Cat never did and we'll rule the North and Vale.
Littlefinger:
....................I taught you well.
.....How can I refuse such an offer?
Sansa:
Alright enough of my fanfiction.