The question followed Dorian for three days.
It came from guards.
It came from visitors.
It came from inmates who normally avoided speaking to him.
Eventually, it even came from the prison warden.
Everywhere he went, people asked the same thing.
Why are you happy?
Dorian found it amusing. Not because the question was unreasonable. Because everyone seemed convinced he should be miserable.
On the fourth morning after Sebastian's victory, Dorian was sitting in the prison library when the warden finally approached him directly. The library was nearly empty.
A few inmates sat at scattered tables reading newspapers.
Others pretended to read while secretly watching television coverage of the incoming administration.
Sebastian's face appeared everywhere.
Every channel.
Every newspaper.
Every headline.
The entire country seemed obsessed with him. The warden pulled out a chair across from Dorian.
"Can I ask you something?"
Dorian looked up from his book.
