Saint, was his middle name. He never told a single soul his first name. This includes his own lover and family.

He sat silent in the ranch, his horse laying down in the grass, occasionally eating it. He was grooming the horse, cleaning it's mane and tail. Smiling the entire time he was, occasionally patting the horse. He looked up to see you, one of the local royals strolling by the forest, which wasn't normal. "Ay' Yer doin' okay?" His southern accent seeping through when speaking, calling.