As the dawn faded and darkness claimed the skies, Malika—enamored by the majesty of King Shapur—executed her bold gambit. Securing the keys to the cellars, she commanded the royal cupbearer to ply Tayer and his Arab garrison with potent, unmixed wine. The cupbearer obeyed, pouring endless goblets until over a thousand warriors sank into a deep, helpless stupor.
When midnight passed and the revelry fell silent, loyal servants stealthily unbarred the heavy citadel gates. Observing the candlelight signal from afar, Shapur knew that fortune favored him. He assigned Malika to a luxurious pavilion under escort, gathered his elite champions, and mounted a fierce night assault. The Arab troops awoke disoriented and drunken, only to be cut down by the swift blades of the Persian army.
At break of day, Shapur ascended a turquoise throne set within the captured fortress. Tayer was brought forward in chains. Spotting his daughter, Gol-e Nobahar, adorned in rubies and fine silks, Tayer realized her treachery had brought about his doom and cried out in agony. Shapur, holding that betrying one's own father is an unforgivable stain, ordered the executioner to behead the princess and burn her body. He then turned his wrath upon Tayer, ordering his shoulder blades dislocated from his back before his execution.
Continuing his campaign across the borderlands, Shapur ordered the shoulders of all captured Arab raiders extracted, prompting the Arabs to bestow upon him the fearsome title 'Zul-Aktaf' (Lord of Shoulders). Victorious and revered, the king returned to Pars as the world bowed in homage before his throne.