"How do you interpret your dreams?" the king asked.
"I usually have to dream about a certain thing several times before I can interpret it. The interpretation comes to me naturally. It isn't something that I consciously understand, but somehow my brain just knows," he explained.
There were things in his mind that he inherently knew without having learned them.
"Does that mean you'll have more of these dreams and get even more answers?"
"Probably."
The King looked concerned but tried to conceal it with a smile. "How is your training going?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"The other boys must be tough on you."
"I wouldn't grow stronger without difficulties. But they don't bother me anymore."
At first, he was bullied by the other boys, but he had learned to stand up for himself. Now, no one dared to challenge him to a fair fight. Soon no one would dare to challenge him at all.
The King smiled, then sighed as if contemplating something that brought both joy and sorrow.
