Blanket
There was only one thing she had kept from her childhood.
Naturally, there were some photos in a small album in one of her cupboards, but, if she had to choose between the blanket and those photos, the blanket would always hold much more importance.
It was the one thing that they all used during those colder nights. The four of them would make a pile of their blankets, not that they weren't warm enough on their own, and cuddle together. They ignored their parents' amused glances as they grew older and it became a summer experience for them to sprawl out together.
Those days made sure that they would always remember that despite everything, she could rely on her siblings and they could rely on her, that they were invincible if they were together.
It was just a blanket, worn, used, and easily replaced, but to her it was more.
Each fraying end was a memory, every stain a reminder. The faded quality was a warning to never lose herself to the riches being Queen offered her.
It was Adele, Aaron, Ainsley, and Amberly.