She sat in the forest, watching the spiders weaving their webs intently. It was amazing, how intricately designed each web was, and no two webs were ever alike. Fascinated, she would come to the same place, day after day, just to watch them. Eventually, she began bringing paper and pens, sketching out the webs that they created, and the spider that created it. Soon, that wasn't enough for her, she wanted to make webs too. She began bringing plain yarn with her, attempting to weave it as a spider would its silk, failing horribly at first, but as the days went on, she gained more and more skill, until she was weaving webs of her own. Ecstatic, she showed her family her fascination, and they were disgusted, burning all the webs she had worked so hard on in the fireplace. She cried and cried, but never quit. She continued going back every day, and worked diligently to create even more complex designs, desperate to impress them. When her father threatened to ban her from leaving the house, she realized that her efforts were in vain. They would never understand her fascination with the arachnids. She didn't stop though, she just kept on, but one day, in town, others her age were mocking her, throwing things at her, hitting and spitting at her. "Spider Queen" they called her with disgust, kicking dirt on her. She ran to the woods in tears, knowing she would never return to her family, and saw hundreds of spiders gathered, holding aloft a pure white gown that shimmered in the sunlight, almost like…
"Spider silk," she whispered, staring at the apparition before her. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful, and she knew instantly that it was hers. She stripped her old ragged clothing off, and hesitantly stepped forward into the throng of arachnids who immediately moved to form a path for her. She took the gown carefully, sliding it on over her head. The fabric fell to her feet, clinging to her body and molding itself to her, making her feel almost as beautiful as the gown itself. She smiled for the first time in an age, twirling in place and raising her arms above her head, giggling. This is where I belong, she thought. This is my home.
"Magnificent," A voice said from behind her. She whirled to face the newcomer and froze—before her stood a man, a handsome man, with neatly combed hair and gorgeous golden eyes behind a pair of spectacles. "The gown looks splendid. You did a good job~" She frowned slightly, then realized he was speaking to the spiders, who scuttled around. She heard movement behind her, and turned, seeing nothing, when she looked back to the man, he was gone. Strange, she thought, frowning in confusion. Before she could do anything though, she felt a slight weight settle upon her head and shoulders, and something lowered in front of her face. Reaching up, she felt the same fabric that made up the dress, and realized it was some sort of veil. She started to pull the garment over her face, so her sight wouldn't be bothered, but was stopped by a hand on hers. "Don't." It was the man from before. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against his chest, reaching beneath the veil and caressing her cheek. "My Spider Queen~" he murmured, looking down into her eyes.
"Yours?" She frowned, staring up at him with wide, confused eyes. Nobody had ever called her theirs, not with such affection in their tone.
"Mine~" he growled softly. "Every day for so many years you have come here, watching, studying, laughing, crying—always working to understand the spiders, no matter if it was sun or rain, you would come. I watched you every day, and you are the only one for me." He brushed a tear from her cheek with the pad of his thumb. "My Spider Queen." He lifted the veil from her face and kissed her, claiming her for his mate.