When fifty-three days had passed since the tragic murder of King Khosrow Parviz, the malevolent Shiruye sent a harsh and insulting message to Shirin, accusing the noble Queen of Iran of sorcery and deceit. He demanded that she leave her mourning chambers and become his consort. Shirin, possessed of unflinching dignity and a grieving heart, retorted fiercely against his vile slander, affirming that her life had ever been spent in virtue, serving as a beacon of royal glory for Khosrow.
She declared she would only address the new king's demands before a solemn assembly of wise elders, mobeds, and chieftains. When fifty revered veterans gathered in the royal garden, Shirin spoke from behind a curtain, recounting her unwavering devotion to truth, her charitable deeds across Iran, and her maternal raising of princes. She asked the assembly if any living soul had ever witnessed flaw, wickedness, or sorcery in her conduct. With one voice, the elders testified to her unmatched purity and legendary nobility.
Then, to prove that her charm was the sublime work of God rather than black magic, Shirin unbound her veil, revealing her radiant countenance and majestic dark hair—a sight no stranger had ever beholden. The assembly stood awestruck, and Shiruye was instantly overcome with desire. Yet Shirin, who carried a secret vial of deadly poison, shrewdly agreed to his proposal only after he issued a signed royal decree restoring all her vast fortunes to her absolute control. Upon receiving the royal seal, she immediately distributed every jewel, land, and treasure among freed slaves, the impoverished, fire temples, and ruined caravanserais for the eternal repose of Khosrow's soul.
Requesting one final boon, Shirin obtained permission to open the royal crypt. Stepping inside the quiet mausoleum, she laid her cheek upon Khosrow's lifeless face, reminisced over their glorious past, and swallowed the mortal poison. Clad in camphor-scented robes, she leaned against the stone wall and breathed her last beside her true lord. Upon hearing of her heroic death, Shiruye was stricken with sorrow and guilt; within months, he too fell to assassin's poison, bringing his short, cursed reign to an abrupt end.