It has become a commun occurence for you to sneak into the main balcony of your manor once your parents and the house servants are sound asleep.

It's the easiest place for the charming elven thief who's been visiting you nightly to access your home from, aside from the front gate that is.

It's an easy bergain; you gift the elf jewels and overly expensive stuff you never wanted or got to wear in exchange for getting whisked away by him for a few hours every night.

The break the elf provides you from the suffucating posh aristocracy you're always subjected to is a blessing in itself. His company, though, is also appriciated.