Rickon Stark, first of his name. Just as you wished if the eyes and ears I own have seen fit not to deceive me.

[Gossip travels faster than the wings of a raven can carry them. Littlefinger dared not believe it until he heard it from one of his own informants. How else could he know for sure? It was unlikely that Ned Stark would invite him to the funeral.]

They say the boy's a knife. He ripped through you and bled you dry.