His hand gripped the picture tightly refusing to let it go as tears fell from his cheeks crashing onto the floor in puddles. He tried choking back the tears, but they would not be stopped by any power under heaven or Earth. He reached into his top pocket and ripped the handkerchief from the finely-tailored suit and wiped the rivers from his cheeks. His intense stare was only interrupted by the sudden entrance of his sister into his room. She ran over to Alejandro and looked at him hoping somehow the news wasn't true, but the face could tell no lies.
"It can't be," She protested in her sorrow.
Alejandro just nodded in shock. "What now?"
There was a knock at the door. Alejandro said nothing as his sister, Ana, opened the door. The Lord Chancellor entered the room along with members of the Royal Council and military leaders. Alejandro stepped back a moment in wonderment at the sight before him. The Lord Chancellor knelt down on one knee, the ministers bowed down, and the military leaders saluted.
"All hail His Royal Majesty, Alejandro II, by the Grace of God, of Esplanadia, her subjects, and her Dominions, King!" the Lord Chancellor proclaimed. "Long live the King!"
"Long live the King!" the remaining mass of people shouted. His sister Ana bowed as well, holding back her sorrow long enough to honor her new King as well.
Alejandro sighed. A proclamation was not what he wanted, but it's what he got. He nodded out of respect. These were royal things that had to be done. The king must be proclaimed by the ministers and the military. Even at the most unfortunate of circumstances, the transition of power must happen. It must be smooth. It must be done legally. Even as rescue crews were trying to figure out how to get nearly 13,000 feet up the side of a volcano to the crash site, even as the news of his father's death was less than an hour old, even as he cried like a boy in front of some of the most powerful men in the kingdom, this was necessary.
The fact their bows and kneels and salutes were relaxed was one thing. The fact they remained there was completely another. Alejandro tried to process this in his mind, but the judgement had been clouded by sheer, gut-wrenching grief. Even Ana looked at him as if there was something required that he couldn't remember. He should probably say something, at least that's what he thought.
"You'll please forgive me if, uh, I don't really have much to say," Alejandro said trying not to cry, "I think maybe we can do this later, My Lord Chancellor."
"Your Majesty," The Lord Chancellor said, "if there is anything we can do for you, please let us know. We are all your most humble servants."
Alejandro nodded as best he could attempting to put on a brave face without success. The gathered masses left, each one bowing and offering a word of condolence to the young king as they passed.