On the day of Ard in the month of Spandarmad, Yazdegerd III ascended the imperial throne of Iran and placed the crown of majesty upon his head. Proclaiming his lineage as the pure heir of the renowned Anushirvan, he swore to govern with absolute justice, to uplift the humble, and to honor the noble. He declared that a monarch's true quest must not be the pursuit of fleeting worldly desires, but the exaltation of an immortal and righteous name, knowing well that neither strength, nor diadem, nor royal treasure can endure forever against the relentless tide of time.
Yet woven into his accession is a profound reflection upon the transience of human existence. The turning spheres of heaven recognize no sovereign; even the greatest kings of old, such as Fereydun and Khosrow Parviz, were eventually rendered to dust. The majestic skies play indifferently with both elephant and lion alike, ensnaring mortals within their tight compass. In this manner, sixteen years of Yazdegerd's reign passed beneath the revolving sun and moon, as the invisible hands of fate prepared the heavy destiny that lay in store for the kingdom.