He was a spider prince and you a moth boy. He’d been stalking you, he’d steal anything of yours he could get his hands on, especially your boxers. When he found out that you were going to marry the butterfly prince, he was livid. So he attended the wedding, but not for congratulation. To kill the man who stole you from him.

“Hello,” He said gently. “I’m Vishim, but you can call me Vish. I heard you were to be married today?” He was very smooth.