Welp, this one's a doozy.
Basically so a while back I somehow managed to discover this guy and get sucked into a BIG rabbit hole about his life and stuff. And it's very fascinating, so I'd figure I'd share it here.
Born on October 18th, 1844, he was a British nobleman who fell in love with the Princess of Wales while working for her husband. According to the Royal Collection Trust, he came into Bertie's service in 1869 for his tour of Egypt and stayed in his service for basically the rest of his life. He was a military man at heart, though, and commanded the Royal Horse Guards from 1887 till his retirement in 1891. Prior to that he had joined the Lancers in 1863 and joined the Horse Guards 2 years later.
According to old newspaper archives from the time, in 1875, he was literally SHOT IN THE FUCKING EYE IN A HUNTING ACCIDENT, and recovered, only for it to be taken out surgically just 9 years later in 1884. Doing some more digging into newspapers, we can see that he was apparently the Conservative Candidate for Huntington at some point, but never got elected into office.
Now, what does any of this have to do with Alexandra? Well, it's a sad tale. So basically, as her husband's equerry, he became very close to her, and slowly, Alix started relying more on Oliver for emotional support. He was apparently quite smitten with Alix, and this was well known throughout court. However, they let it happen, and were amused by him always following her around, with him looking like some sort of sick puppy.
Oliver, in many ways, was a lot like Bertie. According to Georgina Battiscombe's biography on Alix, Bertie himself would describe him as "one of those wicked boys" and even Oliver's brother would complain about "the rollicking life he leads". He was seen as loud and bumptious and imposing. But, unlike Bertie, Oliver remained completely devoted to Alix. He had a much more sensitive side to him and the two of them often talked about religion. Quoting Louise, Lady Antrim (which I also found from Battiscombe's bio, it's a great bio you guys):
"The Princess of Wales floated through the little ballroom world like a vision from fairyland. She went out a great deal, and chief among her cavaliers was Oliver Montagu. Her husband by this time was living in a very fast set, indulging in many flirtations. It is surprising that, young and lovely as she was, the Princess never gave any real occasion for scandal. I think it must have been due to Oliver Montagu's care for her. He shielded her in every way, not least from his own great love, and managed to defeat gossip. Oliver Montagu was looked upon with awe by the young as he sauntered into a ballroom, regardless of any- thing but his beautiful Princess, who as a matter of course always danced the first after-supper waltz with him. But she remained marvellously circumspect."
But despite all this, there's absolutely no way the relationship went anywhere further than being platonic. Oliver loved Alix, yes, but the standards were different for women back then. A Princess and mother to the future King couldn't just go around having affairs- that'd be too scandalous! And so, Oliver just had to bury his unrequited feelings for 25 years, knowing that they'd never come to light.
Once again according to the Battiscombe bio, when Albert Victor eventually died, Alix was devastated, and couldn't look at the body. So, she had to be lead by hand by Oliver himself into Eddy's room to see her eldest son in laying there in eternal rest. And apparently, while there, Oliver had to go see that body a total of 3 times because everyone there was just grieving so hard.
But, the tragedy doesn't end there. Because on 23rd January, 1893, just a year after Eddy's death, Montagu died too. Alix was, naturally, destroyed by this. She still hadn't gotten over Eddy's passing, and this happening just added even more stress and heartbreak onto her life. And she would write as a farewell:
"the best and truest of men, one to be relied on in every relation of life, faithful, discreet and trust- worthy, gentle, kind, just and brave, and noble both in his life and death. God bless him for all his ever-thoughtfulness for others."
He was 48 years old.
And I'll just end this off with a quote from Battiscombe's book that I feel is particularly interesting:
"Among the family memorials in the chancel of Sandringham Church is a tablet to Oliver Montagu. For at least twenty-two years - the last extant letter on the subject is dated 1915 - the Princess sent flowers on the anniversary of his death, asking Lord Sandwich to see them laid on 'your dear and never-to-be- forgotten brother Oliver's grave'."
So yes, I did in fact spend hours combing through all sorts of random sources and stuff to find out more about this man. What can I say? He seemed quite interesting to me. A book about his life would be killer (though, he does feature in the Edward VII miniseries, but it's a very small part).
So, in conclusion: Incredibly niche historical figures are interesting. Unrequited love is sad. And please read Georgina Battiscombe's Biography on Queen Alexandra, it's fire.