In a land not so very far away there lived a young man residing in a quaint village known as King of Prussia. Michael Gordon was living his life as every young dashing actuary ought. His days were spent on Excel and his nights … were often also spent on Excel all told. The man had many uses for such an application, including his fanatical love for his favorite jousting team, the Eagles. And though that fanatical love sustained him, his life full of joy, he had no idea how it was about to change…

Follow the magical turnpike toll roads, pay the trolls, and you’ll find yourself across the kingdom and into the even smaller village of Macungie. There lived a young woman named Hannah Maehrer who spent most of her days entertaining young children and delighting in it while she pursued her big dreams. With several knights in her family she was not one to suffer fools lightly and though she wrote tales of romance and bravery she often found herself waiting. For what? She did not know, at least not then…

In time, the two would find each other’s portraits in the magical crystal ball and with a private hope, Michael sent Hannah his first letter. It was in that first message and then upon their first meeting that Hannah knew exactly what she had been waiting for, or rather, who. From that first moment onward Hannah knew what had just happened. She’d just met the love of her life. And all the storybooks she’d read, and all the stories she’d written herself, she found would never compare to the real thing. After several happy years together Michael found his courage upon on knee—as any respectable knight would—and asked for Hannah’s hand. She happily accepted and with a smile upon her face, and a fondness in her heart, thought to herself…

I knew it, that very first day.

The Beginning