Look with her

"Let's the two of us head down to the Great Hall and start there." You suggest. "If it's not there, perhaps one of the scullery maids or sweeps stored it away to return to its owner later."

Sansa nods, and the two of you make your way towards the Great Hall, largely in silence. You realise that of your siblings, Sansa is the one that you speak to the less. Something has always got between the two of you, as if some unspoken obstruction has developed over the years.

The Great Hall is empty when you arrive. Swept clear after the morning's meal by a legion of maids and attendants. In the hearth, an embering fire gently burns away. The pair of you begin to search the High Table and its surrounds. The table itself is crystal clean, the wood polished and damp from cleaning. The sill above the fire is bare, save for a few decorative ornaments - skulls from hunts, wildling trinkets and the like.

Whilst you've been looking yourself, you realise Sansa has now fallen to her knees and crawls underneath the High Table, her knees scraping the stone floor. From this side of the table you've a perfect view of her dress clad arse, bent over and prone. You can make out the shape of her nubile derriere and begin to imagine what beautiful wonders lie beneath the silk covering.

The table dressing that covers the High Table's length stretches across it, and drapes down the front, acting like a curtain. Whereas you have that wondrous view of the auburn-haired teen beauty before you, anyone entering the Great Hall through the main doors or the scullery access would see only you.