Earl Mountbatten of Burma - Line of Succession

Line of Succession

  1. Norton Knatchbull, 8th Baron Brabourne (b. 1947), eldest son the 2nd Countess
  2. The Hon. Nicholas Louis Charles Norton Knatchbull (b. 1981), only son of the 8th Baron Brabourne
  3. The Hon. Michael John Ulick Knatchbull (b. 1950), second son of the 2nd Countess
  4. The Hon. Philip Wyndham Ashley Knatchbull (b. 1961), fourth son of the 2nd Countess
  5. Frederick Michael Hubert Knatchbull (b. 2003), elder son of the Hon. Philip Wyndham Ashley Knatchbull
  6. John Robin Rocky Knatchbull (b. 2004), younger son of the Hon. Philip Wyndham Ashley Knatchbull
  7. The Hon. Timothy Nicholas Sean Knatchbull (b. 1964), fifth son of the 2nd Countess Mountbatten of Burma
  8. Milo Columbus John Knatchbull (b. 2001), elder son of The Hon. Timothy Nicholas Sean Knatchbull
  9. Ludovic David Nicholas Knatchbull (b. 2003), second son of The Hon. Timothy Nicholas Sean Knatchbull
  10. Lady Pamela Carmen Louise Hicks (b. 1929), younger daughter of the 1st Earl Mountbatten of Burma
  11. Ashley Louis David Hicks (b. 1963), only son of Lady Pamela Hicks

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