Like the wheat in winter (гет)

"We are not our gravest deeds / You are not your grieving / For the bravest flower seeds / As the birds are leaving." - Nancy Kerr, 'Gingerbread'.
Ned, for his part, suspected the marriage had been Robert’s way of attempting to coax him back to court, knowing that is what the Florents expected. But while his temper had cooled towards Robert, he had not warmed to the idea of a seat on the Small Council, either, and he suspected Selyse’s uncle, Lord Alester, had never forgiven him for it.
Still, for all his icy stubbornness, Ned had pitied Selyse; the adjustment from sunny Brightwater Keep, nestled on the banks of the fertile Honeywine, to the cavernous halls of Winterfell, surrounded by dark pines, would not have been an easy one. And while Selyse had brought a few ladies of her house with her, he’d had no female relations to help ease her entry into life in the North.
So it had come as a sharp surprise when Selyse had cast aside the Seven and proclaimed her intent to worship only the old gods, two years into their marriage.