As the maester knelt to examine the wound, Bran turned his head. Theon Greyjoy stood beside a sentinel tree, his bow in hand. He was smiling. Ever smiling. A half-dozen arrows were thrust into the soft ground at his feet, but it had taken only one. “A dead enemy is a thing of beauty,” he announced.
Interviewer: I really like Klaus and Caroline, I know you do too right, like it’s a thing? Daniel Gillies: I don’t even know what that is, but yeah I’ll just nod and go “yeah… I … love.. Klaroline…”(x)