(Chapter 2) I tried ignoring him, but he ended up getting to me. After the 400th call (exaggerating of course) I had to pick up the darn phone. In a mono-tone voice I answered, "Hello?" For a split second there was stunned silence, then Jacob's voice said," Kathryn? Is this you?" "Yea," I said, "Who else would it be?" He ranted about how I had not been answering my phone, and I told him it was because I knew it was him. "That is not very polite," he said, "Not at all royal." "What do you want," I interrupted. He went into a long winded discussion about how sorry he was, and how he wanted my forgiveness. "Why should I forgive you?" I challenged. "Because someday soon we will be married," he stated," and we need to be on at least speaking terms if it is to be bearable." He had a good point. It was not fair! Why couldn't he be mean and hateful and stupid? That way I could just ignore him. After a little while I forgave him. We kept talking about odds and ends for quite a while. Three hours later, we finally hung up. We had talked about royal life, and how non-royals felt. Then we had talked about the upcoming ball. Of course we were expected to go together. As I got ready for bed that night I thought, 'Maybe Jacob is better than I thought he was. Maybe we can actually be friends?" No, that was going to far. And with that thought I fell asleep.