Your icon fills me with both horror and amusement. Horror because there aren't that many Starks left; amusement for the same, because the "Is it done yet?" question keeps being asked.

I like them both. I didn't care much for Sansa when she was first introduced, but she grew on me through her interactions with the Hound and with Littlefinger. I loved the bit where she deduced, after Littlefinger's masterful manipulation of his meeting with the Lords Declarant, what Ser Lyn Corbray's true role in the affair was:

"Ser Lyn will remain my implacable enemy. He will speak of me with scorn and loathing to every man he meets, and lend his sword to every secret plot to bring me down."

"And how shall you reward him for this service?"

I have a feeling his affection for, and underestimation of, Sansa is going to be Littlefinger's undoing -- she's the one person who might be able to plant a knife in his back or poison in his wine, and when she figures out how he betrayed her father, she'll do exactly that.

I think Petyr may just have forgotten what a pawn becomes when you move it all the way to your opponenent's home row. He aims to make himself de facto ruler of the Vale, the Riverlands, and the North by marrying Sansa to Harry the Heir, but Sansa has a better legitimate claim to both the North and the Riverlands. Ostensibly, she's the last Stark, and also, if the Freys dispose of Edmure, the last Tully -- Brynden's old, and never going to produce an heir anyway, as it was strongly implied he's gay. (One has to wonder if Brynden's going to turn up in the Vale again after eluding the Lannisters during the surrender of Riverrun, or head north, perhaps to hole up with the crannogmen -- or cross the Narrow Sea and go looking for dragons.)