EXCLUSIVE Have Europe's hottest couple called it quits? High society reeling as Archduke Alexander of Austria and Countess Natacha Roumiantzoff-Pachkevitch 'split' a year after their wedding attended by royals
The wedding of Countess Natacha Roumiantzoff-Pachkevitch and Archduke Alexander of Austria was dubbed the society wedding of the year.
Royals came out in force as the countess walked down the aisle in a long sleeved white gown in front of prestigious guests including Prince Guillaume and Princess Sibilla of Luxembourg and Prince Joachim of Belgium, Prince Jean of Luxembourg and Countess Diane de Nassau.
Ahead of the glitzy ceremony, held in Belgium, Natacha described Alexander as 'the man of her dreams'.
But it seems just 18 months on, the newlywed dream has come crashing down - with the couple separating, according to a source.
A source close to the couple say the that Archduke Alexander and Countess Natacha - who is descended from Russian nobility - split in late 2024 and that their marriage officially ended recently, adding that she had changed back to her maiden name.
Natacha owns her own event planning business called RPZ Events and is currently based in Geneva, taking on weddings, corporate events and anniversary parties.
She has altered her name to back to Natacha Roumiantzoff, with the source claiming that she changed her title last week.
They added that Alexander and Natacha did not spend the holidays together and claimed that she instead hosted an 'anti-Valentine's weekend' in Ollons.
Neither Alexander of Natacha responded to comment.
On Valentine's Day, Natacha posted that she had 'sold out' of her ski touring weekend which was being held from the 14 until the 16 of February this year.
She wrote: 'Thrilled to announce that our event is now sold out. A huge thank you to everyone who signed up - we can't wait to share this incredible weekend with you.
'Stay tuned for more events in the future. Get ready for an unforgettable weekend.'
The event was held in collaboration with a number of businesses such as Laderach - the famous Swiss chocolate - but it is unclear whether the Archduke was invited on this holiday.
This is a stark contrast to Valentine's Day in 2024, where she posted an adorable throwback photograph of her wedding day to Alexander with the the song 'The Best Is Yet To Come' - however, it appears she made no reference to him this year.
In November 2023, a little under two months after they married, Natacha shared another picture of the couple beaming after becoming husband and wife and wrote: 'Extremely happy to have married the man of my dreams and organised my own wedding, what a beautiful personal and professional experience. Our Wedding was a Master Piece! Who's next?'
It seems Natacha - who prides herself in being able to speak five languages - has been throwing herself into her work lately, sharing an image of herself at one of the lavish parties she helped throw.
MailOnline has contacted Natacha Roumiantzoff-Pachkevitch and the Habsburg royal house for comment and clarification.
Austria was recently hit by the death of Archduchess Estelle who passed away aged 46, leaving European aristocracy in mourning last month.
The Archduchess leaves behind her husband Archduke Carl Christian and their five children, Zita, 17, Anezka, 15, Anna, 12, Paola, 10 and Pier-Giorgia, four.
Announcing the death in the Carnet du Figaro bulletin, the family, who live in Nice, wrote: 'Her husband, Archduke Carl Christian, their children, her parents, and her in-laws are deeply saddened to announce that Archduchess Estelle of Austria, née Lapra de Saint Romain, was called to God on Tuesday, March 4, 2025.'
The family laid her to rest on March 12 at the Cimiez Monastery in Nice.
Her cause of death was cancer, according to Point De Vue.
Princess Astrid of Belgium joined the mourners alongside other royals including Prince Charles of Bourbon-Two Sicilies, Ferdinand of Habsburg, Princess Marie-Astrid of Luxembourg, and the Duke of Castro.
Estelle's coffin was decorated with white flowers and each of her five children lit a candle and placed it on the coffin.
The priest praised the mother-of-five's the 'loving lucidity', before Ava Maria played.
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